in a world of deceit and scam
where truth is buried beneath a dam
the lies we tellthe lies we see
what does it mean for you and me?
Intro
verse 1
The birch splits its ribs wide
no apology in the splintered white.
November drags its dim hours
like a debtor with empty pockets.
chorus
But us? We gild the rot
paint hunger as discipline
kneel before neon saints
and call their flicker holy.
Instrumental
verse 2
The crow wont lie for crumbs.
Its voice is a rusted hinge
truth swinging blunt and black
over the unyielding stubble field.
chorus
But us? We gild the rot
paint hunger as discipline
kneel before neon saints
and call their flicker holy.
Instrumental Interlude on a solo guitar
bridge
Oh how we polish absence
till it shines like a promise
till even our shadows
look like blessings.
chorus
But us? We gild the rot
paint hunger as discipline
kneel before neon saints
and call their flicker holy.
Instrumental
End
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