Paroles de A Deaconry to Vanity

Crippled wounded puppets incomplete Weave silken drapes of misery and wire nets of grief Within us slides the worm of time and history Give yourself away A deaconry to vanity Rusted cog-wheels in the earth machine Carrying woes and minor misfortunes we raise a tower of sin Innocence opposed to claws and strings Give your youth away A deaconry to vanity Asleep and dreaming safe In the shade of the shadow of death Easy prey to the beast of guilt Our humble mortal art cannot describe the pains we feel Hereditary suicide epiphany Kill your dream and pray A deaconry to vanity Led by the vague footprints chimera leaves on sand Content to hold dead unicorns buried in their hearts Acrobats and zealots come and leave en mass Until we leave the scene A deaconry to vanity