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Eidolon [2007]
El Empe
One more charlatan goes mute
Safe in these halls discreetly
I hold out for the rare when the silence is golden
Beg to join me here
Too late (too late)
Too late (too late)
Too late (too late)
Now to be
Self redeemed for all of these
Dreams that you've wound tightly
Remain enthralled as breathing stalls
The course of your mind
And join the line to march in time
Right back with your flock
Hollow minds stalk rope-less
Gallows in turn to idle on immersed
Where eager eyes and sameness strangles
Concern and fashion murders worth
Hey you there on the outside
You there on the fault line
Will you save us from emotion?
Will you save us from the cold tide?
Fuck you, you fool
With your hand me down views
And your Valium counterpoint bullshit excuse
You wouldn't have a word
If I hadn't said it first
So cup your little seed and
Beg beggar beg...
Beg until you cannot speak
I hold out for the rare when the silence is golden
Beg to join me here or stay where you stand
There to deny all your faults and beg to join me here
Peace now fools to trace your muse
Beyond the failing hand
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Writer(s): Jesse Smith, David Gillett, Sean Rydquist, Andrew Mailloux
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