Paroles de Method In Madness
Our angels, just the devil's disguise.Widowed of life, for lies but not to die.
They suffer watching believers cry,
Wishing they could tell you there's no afterlife,
Not this time.
But there's no smoke without the fire.
No conviction, no land without divide.
No cure for the corrupted, no peaceful antidote.
No search for the stranded, we're not lost,
There's method in this madness.
It's just another mass production,
Here to poison our outlook.
The front seats to the holocaust,
Don't look, don't look, don't look.
You listen to the priest with no proof,
You listen to the siren as it gives up on you.
You listen to the governing dead,
why don't you listen to your heart instead?
You've heard it all before,
The crown you wear makes you numb to the thorns.
We live in these thorns,
Surrounded by a blood sport culture, there's no where to run.
March to the sound of the victims beat.
The unforgivable breed.
With the spikes dug in I clench my fist,
Decide what I believe.
The idols of our breed are lost in our deceit.
Our minds on what the hell we might have been,
Our angels boarded in. We'll prolong acceptance with defeat.
No sleep for the wicked.
You listen to the priest with no proof,
You listen to the siren as it gives up on you.
You listen to the governing dead,
Why don't you listen to your heart instead?
The lies won't take away your pain.
There's a chain across the gates,
And the skies have turned to grey.
The masses are calling out your name;
Sign here to keep your faith,
Sign here to keep your faith.
(Thanks to Blake Murray for these lyrics)
No cure for the corrupted, no peaceful antidote.
No search for the stranded, we're not lost,
There's method in this madness.
It's just another mass production,
Here to poison our outlook.
The front seats to the holocaust,
Don't look, don't look, don't look.
You listen to the priest with no proof,
You listen to the siren as it gives up on you.
You listen to the governing dead,
why don't you listen to your heart instead?
You've heard it all before,
The crown you wear makes you numb to the thorns.
We live in these thorns,
Surrounded by a blood sport culture, there's no where to run.
March to the sound of the victims beat.
The unforgivable breed.
With the spikes dug in I clench my fist,
Decide what I believe.
The idols of our breed are lost in our deceit.
Our minds on what the hell we might have been,
Our angels boarded in. We'll prolong acceptance with defeat.
No sleep for the wicked.
You listen to the priest with no proof,
You listen to the siren as it gives up on you.
You listen to the governing dead,
Why don't you listen to your heart instead?
The lies won't take away your pain.
There's a chain across the gates,
And the skies have turned to grey.
The masses are calling out your name;
Sign here to keep your faith,
Sign here to keep your faith.
(Thanks to Blake Murray for these lyrics)
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