Epica - Monopoly On Truth lyrics

rate me

Nos docti, pensantes

Sed non semper veridici

At the zenith of wisdom

No defying myself

To the point of reaction

You propose and I dispose

I see what you mean

It's clear, what you say

The truth isn't just a derivative of your views

Truth is a fiction of your views

These are my thoughts

No discussion

My righteous plan

Just think it over now

Another point of view

It's time we realize our errs

Where is it leading to if nobody sees it

There's never an absolute

Nos docti, pensantes

Sed non semper veridici

I can be so enchanting

With words beset in gold

Your senseless demanding

You propose and I dispose

I see what you mean

It's clear, what you say

The truth isn't just a derivative of your views

This is the way

No discussion

In my life

Just think it over now

Another point of view

It's time we realize our errs

Where is it leading to if nobody sees it

There's never an absolute

You're in denial

Can we trust all the facts

And believe that the fancied wise are just and needed?

Do we want to rely on the views

Of the righteous ones who are succeeding?

You look all around and you see

All the things that are not meant to be

Then you know it's time to let them go

Your fury can no longer stand

This hauteur will come to an end

Looking for leftover friends is in vain

You'll be alone again

No more refusal

Face it, slow down

It is for renewal

And expect no miracles

(Expect no miracle when you're in an endless fall)

No regrets if you're leaving

You're a true deceiver

(Accept the here and now

Or regret will end up)

Mas of justice, shield of menacing strength

Will not bend, only break

Can't we respect, Can we neglect

(No respecting so neglecting)

Those who are suffering in need of help?

(Those who suffer, needing our help)

You are the one I wouldn't like to become

(You are not the one I would like to become)

Not at all in the end

(Hear our calling)

Carry me slowly

In the depths of your life

(Fear the thunder)

Free me from barren fields

And grey thunder lies

(Semblance falling)

Under the grand facade

The truth loves to hide

Can we trust all the facts

And believe that the fancied wise are just and needed?

Do we want to rely on the views

Of the righteous ones who are succeeding?

You look all around and you see

All the things that are not meant to be

Then you know it's time to let them go

To let them go

Nos docti

Sed plus scimus

Non sperentes

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