Rest assured This is sincere This is true Let this be my writ of misanthropy To a thankless world of men Who have perfected nothing Save the art of accusation
Rest assured... This is sincere. This is true. Let this be my writ of misanthropy To a thankless world of men Who have perfected nothing. Save the art
Tradução: Shai Hulud. Desprecio de los motivos y virtud de los demás.
[Verse 1:] I can't figure out why You love me so, when I strayed away, You held me close. I can't understand why Your love is free, you keep on lovin
And if its true, baby I'm the one in love with you And I guess that I've been all my life And I know and I'll try And I love you more than those other
set upon Courting chaos Prized in sight Of the covering angel Taught in ways of Smothering another lover Other than God Worshipped in each other's arms
: We, the nocturnal few bound by other laws to the service of the enemies of god are silent and hidden yet our exquisite fire burns on poised to engulf
And he drinks once again He'll drink to the health Of the whores of Amsterdam Who've given their bodies To a thousand other men Yeah, they've bargained their virtue
Twisting faith into violence In the name of God Blurring the lines Between virtue and sin They can't tell Where God ends And mankind begins They know no other
faith into violence In the name of God Blurring the lines Between virtue and sin They can't tell Where God ends And mankind begins They know no other
surprise And so we stood, two statues made of brass I gazing in his eyes and he in mine As though we might have read each other?s thought sHe smiled slowly
bury this knife in my body Slowly Slipping Away To another dimension of virtue My soul now slipping away in vain A man greets me from the other side
yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the sand-castle virtues
ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the sand-castle virtues
Sad yet sweet And I think of the souls In heaven who will be Alters are burning The flames far and wide The fool has crossed over From the other side
Before you were born I faced the choice Existence only a dream My gift to you, this dream of life The day you were born I saw joy in your face With virtue