I wait to surface | |
Above these bellowed growls | |
To sweep the shallows of utopia | |
I am the anchor | |
And the rope around your feet | |
In a river deep I hold you down | |
I’ve come to stage your abdication | |
I’m the creation of your sins | |
Embrace me | |
When the hounds are out | |
Feeding me a lie | |
When the hounds are out | |
My sickness is released | |
When the cards are down | |
For all the world to see | |
When the cards are down | |
And the strings are cut | |
These mannequins will sleep | |
In the center | |
Of your greed infected wounds | |
I am a thorn of endless sorrow | |
Just one of thousands | |
In your self selected crown | |
A king to wallow in the mire | |
And roll in defeat… | |
I will protect the incubation | |
I am your bottomless decease | |
Embrace me | |
When the hounds are out | |
Feeding me a lie | |
When the hounds are out | |
My sickness is released | |
When the cards are down | |
For all the world to see | |
When the cards are down | |
And the strings are cut | |
These mannequins will sleep | |
Pater noster | |
Invidia | |
Ira gula | |
Superbia acedia | |
Luxuria | |
Avaritia | |
Pater parce meis peccatis | |
All I see | |
Is mine to take | |
To have and to hold… | |
To suffocate | |
All I want | |
Is mine to keep | |
And I want it all | |
So father forgive me… | |
When the hounds are out | |
Feeding me a lie | |
When the hounds are out | |
My sickness is released | |
When the cards are down | |
For all the world to see | |
When the cards are down | |
And the strings are cut | |
These mannequins will sleep |
I wait to surface | |
Above these bellowed growls | |
To sweep the shallows of utopia | |
I am the anchor | |
And the rope around your feet | |
In a river deep I hold you down | |
I' ve come to stage your abdication | |
I' m the creation of your sins | |
Embrace me | |
When the hounds are out | |
Feeding me a lie | |
When the hounds are out | |
My sickness is released | |
When the cards are down | |
For all the world to see | |
When the cards are down | |
And the strings are cut | |
These mannequins will sleep | |
In the center | |
Of your greed infected wounds | |
I am a thorn of endless sorrow | |
Just one of thousands | |
In your self selected crown | |
A king to wallow in the mire | |
And roll in defeat | |
I will protect the incubation | |
I am your bottomless decease | |
Embrace me | |
When the hounds are out | |
Feeding me a lie | |
When the hounds are out | |
My sickness is released | |
When the cards are down | |
For all the world to see | |
When the cards are down | |
And the strings are cut | |
These mannequins will sleep | |
Pater noster | |
Invidia | |
Ira gula | |
Superbia acedia | |
Luxuria | |
Avaritia | |
Pater parce meis peccatis | |
All I see | |
Is mine to take | |
To have and to hold | |
To suffocate | |
All I want | |
Is mine to keep | |
And I want it all | |
So father forgive me | |
When the hounds are out | |
Feeding me a lie | |
When the hounds are out | |
My sickness is released | |
When the cards are down | |
For all the world to see | |
When the cards are down | |
And the strings are cut | |
These mannequins will sleep |
I wait to surface | |
Above these bellowed growls | |
To sweep the shallows of utopia | |
I am the anchor | |
And the rope around your feet | |
In a river deep I hold you down | |
I' ve come to stage your abdication | |
I' m the creation of your sins | |
Embrace me | |
When the hounds are out | |
Feeding me a lie | |
When the hounds are out | |
My sickness is released | |
When the cards are down | |
For all the world to see | |
When the cards are down | |
And the strings are cut | |
These mannequins will sleep | |
In the center | |
Of your greed infected wounds | |
I am a thorn of endless sorrow | |
Just one of thousands | |
In your self selected crown | |
A king to wallow in the mire | |
And roll in defeat | |
I will protect the incubation | |
I am your bottomless decease | |
Embrace me | |
When the hounds are out | |
Feeding me a lie | |
When the hounds are out | |
My sickness is released | |
When the cards are down | |
For all the world to see | |
When the cards are down | |
And the strings are cut | |
These mannequins will sleep | |
Pater noster | |
Invidia | |
Ira gula | |
Superbia acedia | |
Luxuria | |
Avaritia | |
Pater parce meis peccatis | |
All I see | |
Is mine to take | |
To have and to hold | |
To suffocate | |
All I want | |
Is mine to keep | |
And I want it all | |
So father forgive me | |
When the hounds are out | |
Feeding me a lie | |
When the hounds are out | |
My sickness is released | |
When the cards are down | |
For all the world to see | |
When the cards are down | |
And the strings are cut | |
These mannequins will sleep |