Of Rare Reform 歌词

This silver lining is only a mirage Held up by the crooked spines of our pasts As weak as a sheet of paper Our paper spines will collapse And we thought they would hold us up We stare upon this empty junction What's left for us to conceal We're sowing seeds of destruction This crop of lies we must not yield Count on each finger the lives trapt Suffering for what cause Buried beneath your thoughts Are immanent signs of light in dark Suppressed by self contradiction Now release this vile decadence from within you Upon this place of emptiness Each spark a spew from within your bowels Begin a reign of elegance From thought to mouth From mouth to speech Speak out against what we've been told Lead our nation to a new place Away from this pit of black Count on each finger the lives trapt Suffering for what cause Billions alive and stagnant Starving is now a habit Stop this before we collapse We can only last so long Force fed to the point of starvation Because lies are so unsatisfying.