Lyrics
Cold
days
Old
ways
Told
lies
No
more
So
many
years
to
clean
the
slate
Endless
despair
within
its
wake
His
touch
soiling
what
used
to
be
clean
His
gaze
burning
on
the
edge
of
our
dreams
Cold
days
Cold
days
And
again
he
rides
in
It's
September
and
he
covets
the
gullible
Skeletal
wish
Hunter
A
thousand
lies
cast
from
the
throne
of
secrecy
Hear
him
spewing
forth
a
meaning
to
miserables
lies
See
the
twisted
hand
of
doubt
seal
the
affair
The
insect
trust
Believer
our
body
a
vehicle
to
him
just
the
same
Pearls
before
swine
they
are
nothing
but
blind
Submit
to
nothing
and
swallow
my
spit
of
scorn
Invisible
king
Dying
Procession
of
woe
struck
down
by
sorrow
A
burden
so
great
weighs
heavy
on
old
and
withered
beliefs
The
swift
solution
crumbles
beneath
the
mock
notes
of
a
masterpiece
Death
in
his
eyes
Waiting
Spiralling
judgement
provoked
in
the
rains
Futile
test
drowned
in
the
levee
of
deception
His
futile
test
drowned
in
the
levee
of
deception
In
the
year
of
his
sovereign
Rid
us
of
your
judgement
Heir
apparent
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