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letra de a coward's lament - stufy

[verse 1]
well the dragons, they breed, skies overpopulated
and n0body notices patches of shaded
grasses and bricks that form castles that stand
as a false testament to the triumph of man
when did all of the heroes stop being selected?
and why can’t they be accurately reflected?
they say the sword bows to the might of the pen
for the blade’s wound is clean, while the ink will bleed in

[chorus]
and i know i’m a coward, i know i’m a slave
to the same f-cking reasons you’ll never be saved
by this unchosen hero, this futile attempt
i will fight for myself, because no one’s been sent

[verse 2]
is it heroes or heroin, that we want most?
for the heroes are dead, all that’s left are the ghosts
that sing when i’m sleeping, requiems relentless
to the notion that i may one day save the princess
but she isn’t trapped, for the trapped one is me
like a crow in the cage of this ugly body
i’m the scorn of the fates, bound to be second best
but she’s playing that organ that sings through my chest
[chorus]
and i know i’m a coward, i know i’m a slave
to the same f-cking reasons you’ll never be saved
by this unchosen hero, this futile attempt
i will fight for myself, because no one’s been sent

[verse 3]
when did all of the heroes stop being selected?
because i need one now, and i want him dissected
his heart made of gold, for mine’s heavily gilded
and a practical joke by the sick man who built it
well i’ll tear off my skin to attract all the beasts
said you wanted a hero, well you got the least
but i disregard life, cause i don’t give a d-mn
i know i’m not chosen, but i know what i am

[chorus]
well i know i’m a coward, i know i’m a slave
to the same f-cking reasons you’ll never be saved
by this unchosen hero, this futile attempt
unimpressive, unclean, and foremost: unsent

[bridge]
well i wanna be the chosen one
instead of this weak b-st-rd i know i’ve become
riding on the words of a wise, dying man
i know i’m not chosen but i know what i am
[verse 3]
got these holes in my hands, cause i’ve chosen to dance
with a breakable infant, who carries a lance
no ma’am i’m not your savior, just a passing glancer
no, i’m not your hero, i’m part of the cancer
that’s fueling the banter of the homeless man
the end is approaching, so lie while you can
our hero’s a rogue, a rapscallion, a thief
while everyone waits for undeserved relief
and this force-field’s a fortress, this force-field’s a cage
this haven’s a hydra, forever to slay
boxes without boxes, and keys without locks
and this just doesn’t work: paradoxical oxen
surrounded by farces that you call belief
where’s my catharsis, and where’s my relief?
i’m trapped between a hard place and two mirrors
the illusion ensuing makes my task much clearer

[chorus]
and i know i’m a coward, i know i’m a slave
to the same f-cking reasons you’ll never be saved
by this unchosen hero, this futile attempt
unimpressive, unclean, and foremost: unsent

- stufy

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