Текст песни Monstratum - Sunbane , Agiris

My Knuckles are daggers
My spit fills a chalice
A fallacy lives in the weight of your heart
It's a rock made to bludgeon
My blood has begrudged the conundrum
Of why we bestow all the martyrs as monsters

Break the mundane with a fun game, Dunblane
MONSTERS
MONSTERS
Wishing it was fiction
'Coz Hannibal so likeable
Indictment on all of these
Apocolyptic, sick grip, cryptic
MONSTERS
Sal Abedi Manny bled you're never ready
MONSTERS
Bones honour Jonestown
Who owns the throne now?
For the delegate of all of these
MONSTERS

How can a creature who bears them inside
Be inclined to design a nefarious death
For the ones we protect? A precarious theft
Of the juvenile's craft for innocence
To ridicule with diligence
Their muted, youthful elegance
Deny their death a residence of purity and blessings
Immortal to senescence yet remain in ghoulish dressings
Investing in the sole relief from solitude and soil
Where the soul it feuds with royal pity
Mercy showed us filthy hands
Mercy growing stealthy plans
Infections of the heart
The jury of morality is curiously lusting
For the harm of its insidious virus
Myra's dreams were doused in evil
The more sleep espoused upheaval
Simultaneously voyeur, creator and destroyer
Elliot Roger; the perfect man
Delicate posture firmly standing on the grounds
Of saturated torment
Resentment at the forefront
The most sacred and important task
To wipe the bastard
Human's tiny grasp on life
A turbo down the slippery slope
Bravado sick, can't grow, no hope glares
Are the tape recordings his distorted take on prayers?
When your only friend is a video camera
When it's outta RAM
Brush stroke your head with a bullet
Brave or stupid?
I remember you so you fooled it!
God Bless the obsessed with that lonely distress
Do I sympathise or detest their actions?
Made contraptions; acid bombs
Where the fuck's that mindset from?
Bravado sick, can't grow, no hope
Shares all his tricks; Ricardo Lopez
Fall too quick and you don't know there's
Pain like this, or do you?

Break the mundane with a fun game, Dunblane
MONSTERS
MONSTERS
Wishing it was fiction
'Coz Hannibal so likeable
Indictment on all of these
Apocolyptic, sick grip, cryptic
MONSTERS
Sal Abedi Manny bled you're never ready
MONSTERS
Bones honour Jonestown
Who owns the throne now
For the delegate of all of these
MONSTERS

Did Auschwitz outwit the Gulag?
Which outcome of war was a little too bad?
Who'd murder for their child's safety and freedom?
The herd don't know, won't say so we need an
Encyclopedic knowledge of us
To micro manage; recurring disgust
The difference in emotive responses
And the way we determine what is true and just
To a psycho's superior original lust
For the danger that comes with psychosis
Our capacity for evil
Has the elasticity to weave a world wide web
Liberate yourself and face your wide eyed dread
Integrate your shadow
And the divided sides of your fractured heart
Will control your blackened soul
That's hiding in its orifice
Or face eternal solstice fashioned by the dark
Birthed in a chasm via voodoo in the semen
Served the orgasm but who knew it'd make a demon
Thirst for the flames has them seem unnatural
But assigned to your name
To a strain of your insanity
To hint at any parity you deem unfathomable

Break the mundane with a fun game, Dunblane
MONSTERS
MONSTERS
Wishing it was fiction
'Coz Hannibal so likeable
Indictment on all of these
Apocolyptic, sick grip, cryptic
MONSTERS
Sal Abedi Manny bled you're never ready
MONSTERS
Bones honour Jonestown
Who owns the throne now
For the delegate of all of these

Can't read a book if the hook's too sandy
Beach like Sousse, Port Arthur heading up
In the collection of history's
Itineraries towards anyone of these
Apocalyptic, sick grip, cryptic monsters
Can a man damn for the Bataclan?
Prayers on the rise are the fares of liars
Do you really fall to your knees?

Sinking down lower
How deep is your layer
Would you be a liar
Denying your depth
Sinking down lower
How deep is your layer
Would you be a liar
Denying your depth
Sinking down lower
How deep is your layer
Would you be a liar
Denying your depth
Sinking down lower
How deep is your layer
Would you be a liar
Denying your depth