The Lord Weird Slough Feg - The Spoils lyrics

rate me

You wait in the wings for their call

Hiding in mirrors you pray

Another long winter will pass

And nobody's listening

In martyrdom's shackles you reign

Through long bloody winters you fast

And all of the riches that shined

They're no longer glistening

Turning my blood to stone

Leaving me here alone

Chorus of angels comes to pick my bones

You wait for the curtain to fall

The truth switches on in your mind

The chorus comes issuing forth

All is in vanity

You've crafted a lifetime of pain

Illusions come crumbling down

An emptiness pulling your chain

Endless insanity