paroles de chanson No Residual - 137

I do my deeds with no residual
Pray my sins don't become visible
Wipe my tears with glee, aw
There's a price to keep runes seminal
Like spotting death 'thin each cubicle
Creation groans with me, yeah

Spend each hour using truth as power
But the ruth's enough to make most men cower
I give my sweat for sake of my craft
Even whilst I'm drowning in need of a raft

I do my deeds with no residual
Pray my sins don't become visible
Wipe my tears with glee, aw
Femme fatales and Sirens everywhere
Woe 'thin curly locks and derrière
Strife in belly of beauty

I go, I go (I go, I go), I go my own way
I row, I row (I row, I row) right into the fray
And when the Reaper comes to get me, I will just say (ooh, we'll say)
"When I fade to sea, I pray my quay will still stay" (ooh, we'll say)

I see time's invaluable (ah), the pendulum inviolable (yeah)
You say my fate is malleable, it's playing poker with a bull (oh, no)
Fateful tick of the clock on wall
So you can understand why I won't rest 'til pall

Store my brine in thousand beakers (yeah, store)
Pulchritude is for blood seekers (ooh, yeah)

I see a lot of people avoiding my gaze
Hard to tell whether animus or whether daze
(Can't tell) I'm a tough ship with a hard hull
Built to weather stormy days and the summer's drying rays

Yeah, oh
Graphite's used to quell my pain (scribble)
Look at blood on lion's mane (look at)
There's a price for royalty
I've hung for wisdom 'pon the tree (oh)

Seen a lot of places that are dubious
Written many things that are luminous (within yourself)
Oftentimes the places that you go within yourself are the scariest
Wake up in the morning, feel nefarious
Oh, looking sad

I make a lot of honey in my hive of veracity
Even though I've found the truth can sting like a bumblebee (ouch)
Obeying ring of creativity, and checking doors for opportunity
And even midst the bleak reality I keep my sanity (yeah)

Indentured to my craft and not a slave to mundanity
Oh, the calamity, see all of the vanity
Another new age worship to the god of materiality (alright, yeah, ooh)

I do my deeds with no residual
Pray my sins don't become visible
Wipe my tears with glee (ooh)