Futile
(专辑: Phantom Amour - 2017)
You are, we are The
vision of truth Can you hear me? Hear my cadence call all through the
night We're putting it out there for you The
victim, the
hunter, the
shrew We have become The
destruction of masses The
parade of ashes For the
cause, for the
case, for the
coup Be free, our own paradise Live free, these are our homes our lives I
will grip my tongue and we will say it so fruitful Surrender to the
gun We'll empower the
hopeful And plead to the
rising Sun We're singing the
anthem of youth The
outcast, the
lover, the
truth Don't lose sight of The
production of power The
angle, its hour For the
blood, for the
pain, for the
noose Freedom is the
truth Be free, our own paradise Live free, these are our homes our lives Hear my heart, now now let's ride the
blues Look into my head, now kick off your shoes Every lick and step that keeps me awake We're on our own so let's move We see with our hearts and third eyes You know there's nothing like a
moment we all fantasize Like a
lick, like a
shred, like a
pattern of threads And if these holy notes only stand alone then we're better off dead I'm tearing my eyes out again and again I'm throwing my soul out, three sheets to the
wind This quandary in my life, I
don't give a
shit The
futile possess so that we plead the
fifth We're all alone, we're red throughout Now break these bones, I'll twist and shout We're out for the
kill With the
thoughts of the
truest of minds Construct, create, conflate Medicate, meditate, contrive Be free, our own paradise Live free, these are our homes our lives The
production of power The
angle, it's hour You will always be The
victim, the
hunter, the
shrew I'm tearing my eyes out again and again I'm throwing my soul out, three sheets to the
wind This quandary in my life, I
don't give a
shit The
futile possess so that we plead the
fifth