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Ignite

Let The Beggars Beg

 

Let The Beggars Beg

(album: Ignite - 2022)


This joke's intolerable
Slips through your silver tongue
And not the least of all it's on the radio
They talk about the way you sold it
An unconditional coronation of the old fool
Who would be king

Something's wrong with his eyes
Could it be horror or pride
Disengaged with the sound
Of the stillborn laughter from the crowd

Hold yourself
In your rage
Feel the truth

Taking center stage
Watch as we eat from the crumbs on the floor
Let the beggars beg
Laugh 'til your blue now they're screaming for more

Carousel occupies
Sicknesses and motionless cries
Our debate isn't quite
Fair and now the banners thrash
Into the wind and out we lash

Hold yourself
In your rage
Feel the truth

Taking center stage
Watch as we eat from the crumbs on the floor
Let the beggars beg
Laugh 'til your blue now they're screaming for more
A camera flash a pistol pulled
Depending how you read the room
I wanted unmistakable proof
From a damaged brain
How can you know what you feel
Flinch although the punch is pulled

Always the anxiety
It never seems to end
Spiraling inside of me
Obeying your command
I'll do what you're telling me
On you I will depend
Questions aside an artful bribe
Obey and I'll pretend

Always the anxiety
It never seems to end
Spiraling inside of me
Obeying your command
I'll do what you're telling me
On you I will depend
Questions aside an artful bribe
Obey and I'll pretend

Taking center stage
Watch as we eat from the crumbs on the floor
Let the beggars beg
Laugh 'til your blue now they're screaming for more
A camera flash a pistol pulled
Depending how you read the room
I wanted unmistakable proof
From a damaged brain
How can you know what you feel
Flinch although the punch is pulled

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