Текст песни The Piper's Song - Teologen , Agiris
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                questioning 
                                                the 
                                                legitimacy 
                                                of 
                                                liberty
 
                                    
                                
                                                Because 
                                                It's 
                                                begun 
                                                to 
                                                feel 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                fifth 
                                                degree
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                third 
                                                heard 
                                                the 
                                                word 
                                                of 
                                                voluntary 
                                                dismissal
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                fourth's 
                                                interrogation 
                                                caused 
                                                    a 
                                                written 
                                                leave 
                                                epistle
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                time 
                                                after 
                                                next 
                                                reveals 
                                                successions 
                                                of 
                                                abysmal
 
                                    
                                
                                                Anniversaries
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                truth 
                                                is 
                                                so 
                                                invisible 
                                                so 
                                                Annie 
                                                here's 
                                                    a 
                                                verse 
                                                from 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                not 
                                                ok
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                curse 
                                                today?
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                drink 
                                                the 
                                                time 
                                                so 
                                                thirstily
 
                                    
                                
                                                Got 
                                                trapped, 
                                                what 
                                                happened?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                playing 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                nursery
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                applying 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                bursary
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                get 
                                                to 
                                                University
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                earnestly, 
                                                it 
                                                hurts 
                                                to 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                stolen 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                swollen 
                                                palms 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                old 
                                                school 
                                                adversary
 
                                    
                                
                                                Had 
                                                    a 
                                                dream 
                                                you 
                                                roll 
                                                the 
                                                dice
 
                                    
                                
                                                Academia 
                                                paradise
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sunshine 
                                                rife, 
                                                the 
                                                time 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                life, 
                                                reaching 
                                                out 
                                                so 
                                                mercifully
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                floats 
                                                within 
                                                the 
                                                cusp 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                lead 
                                                infested 
                                                finger 
                                                tips
 
                                    
                                
                                                Empty 
                                                folders 
                                                holding 
                                                empty 
                                                yearns 
                                                with 
                                                rested 
                                                strings 
                                                and 
                                                clips
 
                                    
                                
                                                Libido 
                                                drips, 
                                                the 
                                                phallic 
                                                stiff
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                war 
                                                of 
                                                sex 
                                                so 
                                                take 
                                                    a 
                                                sniff
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                make 
                                                    a 
                                                spliff
 
                                    
                                
                                                Awake 
                                                peripheral 
                                                corners 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                conscience
 
                                    
                                
                                                Entering 
                                                the 
                                                state 
                                                of 
                                                air 
                                                borne, 
                                                dust 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                monsters
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                daily 
                                                ghouls 
                                                the 
                                                naïve 
                                                fools 
                                                living 
                                                all 
                                                amongst 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whitney 
                                                died 
                                                in 
                                                vain 
                                                see 
                                                we've 
                                                fucked 
                                                up 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                youngsters
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                believed 
                                                the 
                                                children 
                                                are 
                                                our 
                                                future
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                view 
                                                from 
                                                my 
                                                window 
                                                paints 
                                                    a 
                                                difference 
                                                kind 
                                                of 
                                                picture
 
                                    
                                
                                                Millennial 
                                                erosion 
                                                adding 
                                                poison 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                mixture
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                pot 
                                                is 
                                                being 
                                                stirred, 
                                                the 
                                                absurd 
                                                impose 
                                                    a 
                                                fracture
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fractions 
                                                are 
                                                the 
                                                new 
                                                improved 
                                                methods 
                                                for 
                                                dividing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Multiplying 
                                                toxic 
                                                thoughts 
                                                to 
                                                add 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                declining
 
                                    
                                
                                                Way 
                                                of 
                                                life, 
                                                take 
                                                away 
                                                the 
                                                strife 
                                                for 
                                                freedom 
                                                that's 
                                                entwining
 
                                    
                                
                                                Round 
                                                    a 
                                                battlefield 
                                                of 
                                                politics
 
                                    
                                
                                                Polls 
                                                and 
                                                ticks 
                                                on 
                                                ballot 
                                                papers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Maybe 
                                                it's 
                                                the 
                                                angels 
                                                that 
                                                deceive 
                                                us 
                                                leading 
                                                us 
                                                to 
                                                dangers?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Maybe 
                                                it's 
                                                the 
                                                angels 
                                                that 
                                                deceive 
                                                us 
                                                leading 
                                                us 
                                                to 
                                                dangers?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dangers 
                                                over 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dangers 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dangers 
                                                everywhere
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dangers 
                                                say 
                                                they 
                                                care
 
                                    
                                
                                                Say 
                                                their 
                                                poor
 
                                    
                                
                                                Say 
                                                their 
                                                millionaires
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dangers 
                                                own 
                                                the 
                                                clock 
                                                for 
                                                free
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dangers 
                                                make 
                                                    a 
                                                mockery
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dangers 
                                                have 
                                                the 
                                                lock 
                                                and 
                                                key, 
                                                the 
                                                code 
                                                to 
                                                all 
                                                civilian 
                                                shares
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                protocol 
                                                to 
                                                regulate 
                                                the 
                                                quarantine 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Reminiscent 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                quarry 
                                                scene, 
                                                unoccupied, 
                                                shrined
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                masters 
                                                to 
                                                fill 
                                                with 
                                                what 
                                                they 
                                                please
 
                                    
                                
                                                Please
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                not 
                                                give 
                                                them 
                                                the 
                                                opportunities
 
                                    
                                
                                                Please
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                not 
                                                conform 
                                                and 
                                                allow 
                                                them 
                                                to 
                                                seize 
                                                your 
                                                potential 
                                                to 
                                                question
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                an 
                                                invention 
                                                of 
                                                flesh 
                                                and 
                                                blood 
                                                and 
                                                bones 
                                                and 
                                                suggestion
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                be 
                                                swept 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                flood 
                                                of 
                                                clones 
                                                in 
                                                congestions
 
                                    
                                
                                                Coz 
                                                the 
                                                cons 
                                                are 
                                                gesturing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Havoc 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                fingers 
                                                see 
                                                them 
                                                beckon 
                                                to 
                                                wreck 
                                                anyone
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                piper's 
                                                song 
                                                is 
                                                sweet 
                                                but 
                                                always 
                                                plays 
                                                into 
                                                your 
                                                requiem
 
                                    
                                
                                                Havoc 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                fingers 
                                                see 
                                                them 
                                                beckon 
                                                to 
                                                wreck 
                                                anyone
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                piper's 
                                                song 
                                                is 
                                                sweet 
                                                but 
                                                always 
                                                plays 
                                                into 
                                                your 
                                                requiem
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Piper's 
                                                song 
                                                is 
                                                sweet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Said 
                                                the 
                                                Piper's 
                                                song 
                                                is 
                                                sweet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Said 
                                                the 
                                                Piper's 
                                                song 
                                                is 
                                                sweet 
                                                but 
                                                always 
                                                plays 
                                                into 
                                                your 
                                                requiem
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Agents of Noir
2 Incantation
3 Instinct
4 B'bye
5 Lunatorc
6 Occlude
7 Deorum Arcta
8 Truth Is... / Vacant
9 Monstratum
10 The Piper's Song
11 The Holiest Ransom
12 Philosophia
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