letra de the art of patrons - fucked up
“eurycles, i am broken”
the disciple smiles in disgust
the satyrs have awoken
and things aren’t here to be discussed
we traded the privilege for scr-ps
exchanged for the clothes on our backs
lived life like there was no other way
what was sacrosanct
now the sacred is profane
we yearn for the thanks
but deserve all the blame
a simple piece of stagecraft
a tawdry parlour trick
we traded our moral ground so they could sing along
but is it so bad?
is it as dark as it seems?
to trade a little purity to prolong the dream?
one by one we will find a way to let each and every one down
it’s the privilege of m-ss delusion
sit back and have a seat
dazzled by the greed
it’s his voice between my lips
it’s the miracle of gastromancy
they are spinning in their graves
at the choices we have made
but in our shoes would they all have been so chaste?
letras aleatórias
- letra de keep me - the originals
- letra de judas (dj white shadow remix) - lady gaga
- letra de twenty three - snir yamin
- letra de respek - og prince
- letra de zamach na ostrego - o.s.t.r.
- letra de moc ukryta w słowach - noeq
- letra de wypuszczam dym - noize from dust
- letra de kondaine - the very best
- letra de desires (spacebrother remix) - anberlin
- letra de bedarande barn av sin tid - noice