paroles de chanson Funeral Rites - Shadow Project

Everybody is afraid... death
Much is holding things back
Nobody is content right now
With the world they'd created
Their minds all locked by fear of death

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White enamel cages slowly bury sorrow
In brain-dead fever
Time separates God from the hangers-on
Death to the faithful
Death to the faithful
Death to the faithful
A moth enters beneath
Distant fingers
Hung on brass
Ornamented claws
Illuminated ruptures
Skin slowly metal
Child world
The clap battered old demigods
Heaven knows where this dream lay buried
Fall wearily downward
Heaven knows where this dream may fall
Winter blood in the tower walls
Who lives in the fifth floor funeral
Safe in equestrian sympathy?
A muse demanding to be judged in utter silence?
Bitter mystery
Soul of barbed wire, crowned with dust
I hardly know my brother
Cleared up, laid to rest
This downhill image weeps and sails out to sea
This downhill image weeps and sails out to sea
See?

And all the sorrows of the days
Shall hold their grace against the grey
Of simple mockery on display
Of one another's price to pay
Roses scattered, love decays
And the funeral rites begin
As a frozen charmless grin
Wipes the smile from off his face
Upon his memories disgrace
Lingering mark, his last mistake

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Double reunion, lest we forget
Body wise filth
Words formed in seedless baptism
Plague of flesh and rock bleeds red
Defecate salvation upon presumptive fathers
Green hands prey inside frustration
Let us therefore come boldly unto grace
Enter the hole of Earth that we call death
Fear not
Oh the heavenly chimes they are singing
Resounding, deafening, screaming
Question then the question of reason
Skin baptised in treason
(Body lies still)
A visionless mind dwells within
(Body wise filth)
Union of dismantled dreams made flesh
Torn asunder in this nightmare flesh we call life
No salvation for you brother
Sour merchants of the sacred heart
Obscured by clouds
Testaments of fire and stone
Hold the earth, cracked and frail
Green skull, a dark elaborated mind
Choking lines to this smothered corpse
Great mysteries revealed
The great mystery revealed

And all the sorrows of the days
Shall hold their grace against the grey
Of simple mockery on display
Of one another's price to pay
Roses scattered, love decays
And the funeral rites begin
As a frozen charmless grin
Wipes the smile from off his face
Upon his memories disgrace
Lingering mark, his last mistake

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