paroles de chanson The Treasonist - The Breathing Process

She stares through the eyes of oblivion,

Here we fall, decrepit stars from the sky, struggle, fallowing plague from your exultant tongue, desecration
We are the saints, forged in desperate lies, we are the sinners, beyond the depths of compromise
Here we fall down again (come on)
Calm in the bounty of this hunt (of your hunt), covet the eyes of the traitor (this traitor), seeing through the lies of his lust (of this lust), cave into torment of treason (your treason)

I'll tear my eyes out, to see the truth, I'll rip my throat out, and so I will not speak it.

Cut this wound deeper, than the depths of the sea, to bleed me into this world to be born as one,
For my creator awaits me, in a new day of reckoning, at the mourning gallows, to condemn me of my betrayal, through your attrition repaying redemption through attrition,
I will be carried out in reverie, with a saw tooth grin of chivalry

As for you, my discordant perception proves to be unwanting of this burden
As for you, my demise, my treason, falling through

Decrepit stars from the sky, struggle, fallowing plague from your exultant tongue, desecration.
We are the saints, forged in desperate lies, we are the sinners, beyond the depths of compromise.