Woe - A Treatise on Control | Текст песни

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the triumph of power exists as a lie
its control, a figment of all it denies
with pitiful gestures, we jump as it tries
to salvage the notion it comes from the sky
what knowledge precedes us, what failures held high
with this i admonish the longing that dies
they'll tell you of battles you'll exit alive
but know that these fragments of hope are all lies
we end and begin
outside and within / reduced to skin
the truth is thing
what hope shall change the flow of time?
this bone is lead, this curse is mine
here i stand, the lord of all i see
this kingdom is fire, it answers not to me
strained and torn / this i know: all that we are is but a blaze
we're nothing but disciples of the wind
here i stand, the lord of all i see
this kingdom is fire, it answers not to me

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