Trivium - Like light to the flies | Текст песни

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Behold our beloved in revels

In tragedy (in tragedy)

Self-denying abhorence for bloodshed

Behold hypocrite

Those who run will be burned

Devoutly wished for blinded eyes

This tragedy is like light to flies

It seems to suit you better

Bleeding out the eyes

God's left in chain suspension

Holding onto lies, to make the truth