07. Violence, The Three Rings (Demo)
Lyrics
The mischiefs
Those who would go undefeated
The wish list
Made of men, women and children
The branches
From which the bodies sway with reason
The tyrants
Left to survive in their treason
So let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Beyond the roads
Lies a forest of regret
With twisting branches
Where the creatures make their nests
And hanging from them
Are all of my old, old friends
Whose lonely lives
Were filled with blame and impotence
They writhe in pain
Their mouths screaming out, "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!"
Their loosened tongues
It's all they've got, they've got, they've got, they've got, they've got
Their thorny hides
Begin to rot, to rot, to rot, to rot, to rot
The flaking sand
Forgives them not, "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!"
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