Some are born without a purpose
Other than prolonged demise in ornate ways
Most of the time it's pathetic, quick and useless
And good neighbours don't bother digging up the graves
It's rows upon rows of kings, whores and pawns
And the storm is rolling
The vengeful and the bitter reach out for their fix
Rebels never realized that their angst was a mockery
Every empire
Every nation
Every tribe
Thought it would end
In a bit more decent way
It is an unlikely alliance of assorted failures
The clenched teeth, the vinegar down the veins
A stylish pit right next to Judas, Brutus and Cassius
Every empire
Every nation
Every tribe
Thought it would end
In a bit more decent way
Every ruler
Every seer
Will chew on this ruin
And repeat ad nauseam
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:52.055]Some are born without a purpose
[00:58.557]Other than prolonged demise in ornate ways
[01:04.733]Most of the time it's pathetic, quick and useless
[01:11.362]And good neighbours don't bother digging up the graves
[01:17.397]It's rows upon rows of kings, whores and pawns
[01:26.596]And the storm is rolling
[01:30.353]The vengeful and the bitter reach out for their fix
[01:36.866]Rebels never realized that their angst was a mockery
[01:41.667]
[01:59.857]Every empire
[02:04.542]Every nation
[02:07.785]Every tribe
[02:12.572]Thought it would end
[02:17.448]In a bit more decent way
[02:47.372]It is an unlikely alliance of assorted failures
[03:15.441]The clenched teeth, the vinegar down the veins
[03:26.620]A stylish pit right next to Judas, Brutus and Cassius
[03:42.100]Every empire
[03:46.899]Every nation
[03:50.238]Every tribe
[03:54.957]Thought it would end
[03:59.807]In a bit more decent way
[04:12.580]Every ruler
[04:15.767]Every seer
[04:19.367]Will chew on this ruin
[04:28.622]And repeat ad nauseam
Some are born without a purpose
Other than prolonged demise in ornate ways
Most of the time it's pathetic, quick and useless
And good neighbours don't bother digging up the graves
It's rows upon rows of kings, whores and pawns
And the storm is rolling
The vengeful and the bitter reach out for their fix
Rebels never realized that their angst was a mockery
Every empire
Every nation
Every tribe
Thought it would end
In a bit more decent way
It is an unlikely alliance of assorted failures
The clenched teeth, the vinegar down the veins
A stylish pit right next to Judas, Brutus and Cassius
Every empire
Every nation
Every tribe
Thought it would end
In a bit more decent way
Every ruler
Every seer
Will chew on this ruin
And repeat ad nauseam
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:52.055]Some are born without a purpose
[00:58.557]Other than prolonged demise in ornate ways
[01:04.733]Most of the time it's pathetic, quick and useless
[01:11.362]And good neighbours don't bother digging up the graves
[01:17.397]It's rows upon rows of kings, whores and pawns
[01:26.596]And the storm is rolling
[01:30.353]The vengeful and the bitter reach out for their fix
[01:36.866]Rebels never realized that their angst was a mockery
[01:41.667]
[01:59.857]Every empire
[02:04.542]Every nation
[02:07.785]Every tribe
[02:12.572]Thought it would end
[02:17.448]In a bit more decent way
[02:47.372]It is an unlikely alliance of assorted failures
[03:15.441]The clenched teeth, the vinegar down the veins
[03:26.620]A stylish pit right next to Judas, Brutus and Cassius
[03:42.100]Every empire
[03:46.899]Every nation
[03:50.238]Every tribe
[03:54.957]Thought it would end
[03:59.807]In a bit more decent way
[04:12.580]Every ruler
[04:15.767]Every seer
[04:19.367]Will chew on this ruin
[04:28.622]And repeat ad nauseam
We hold an honorary degree in natural science
For stratigraphy of rock bottom
The layers were aplenty, as above, so below
But mostly below
The researc...
All hail the seer of confusion
To grind the sandstones of culture
And to reveal the true foundation
of terror and fevers
Under vigilant eyes
of watchd...
The valley of judg'ment. The forest of olde.
Where'd come the dread presence, so knowne afore?
Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes,
Hast thou witn...
There is a style in total denial
A certain elegance of fear
Hesychasm is so much convenient
With the desert within ourselves
Stray dogs lead disciples...
The stench of zeitgeist
Is the incense of discarded shrines
As the corpses put on powder and rouge
So that the hoax can proceed, ever sidewards
The so...
Behold the high order abstractors
and engineers alike
The virtuous, the chaste
Weaving new layers of oblivion
Behold the kings
and leaders of men
Warl...
Blessed be the tailors
The masks are cut to fit
Blessed be the woodworkers
The crosses and the gallows
Blessed be the forgers of iron
Blessed be the s...
As if you didn't know how it feels to lose.
As if you didn't know how it feels to lose at dice with fate.
At least have some dignity.
there was no pa...