Lyrics

Choir
Let the silence fill the room so dense that you finally feel less alone
With your palms glued to your eyes, so calm that you almost let your guard down

V1
Oh dear, where do we go from here?
Built blame-proof nests to keep composure
How's the glued on purity been holding up my child?
Wanna play tag after the genocide?
A hypocrite who preaches water yet she drinks the wine

Br
My graceful domineer, beloved cavalier:
Descend among the one man war and see what consciousness creates
This is the créme of life, top tier creation ohh we're divine
True Beau idéal

Ch
Blow your horns, calling my ancestors - I'm about to go to war against a made-up foe
gather the rage I stored
Unleash the quid pro quoe
We feed off crumbs of terror - painting our toxic still life

V2
Hey now, find yourself mesmerised by the lengths a man provoked can go to -
it's just basic human rights to sit back helplessly and scrutinize
I'm an addict who's yearning for the same old paradise

Br
My graceful domineer, beloved cavalier:
Descend among the one man war and see what consciousness creates
This is the créme of life, top tier creation ohh we're divine
True beau idéal

Ch
Blow your horns, calling my ancestors - I'm about to go to war against a made-up foe
gather the rage I stored
Unleash the quid pro quoe
We feed off crumbs of terror - painting our toxic still life

Gtr dual
Marching to our grave's a privilige
Hold your head up high you made it
Run far from us
We'll keep this up till there's noone standing

Solo
Marching to our grave's a privilige
Hold your head up high you made it
Marching to our death's an honour
You've become a man like your father

Br
My graceful domineer, beloved cavalier:
Descend among the one man war and see what consciousness creates
This is the créme of life, top tier creation ohh we're divine
True beau idéal

Ch
Blow your horns, calling my ancestors - I'm about to go to war against a made-up foe
gather the rage I stored
Unleash the quid pro quoe
We feed off crumbs of terror - painting our toxic still life