Teclis
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So I'm currently in the process of putting together a Prog metal band... anyways, currently in the process of doing some lyric writing and whatnot...
Anyways, this is a draft of the first thing I wrote... and you're welcome to brutalise it, make jokes about it... whatever... that was I can see what can be construed as lame or generic. I haven't done lyric writing for a LONG time (at least not lyrics where symbolism is everything... generally just folk-rock stuff really)
Anyways... here they are.
You, you whited sepulchre
Cry out you filthy liar
Feel your attention seeking
Self depracating whore
of a life fall away from you
Fall, fall false prophet
Bleed the riches of your, your crusade
You took the hand that fed
but your greed in trying to
take the arm brought you
to the mouths of your victims
Sleep brings no joy to me
Remembrance, flashing eyes
Found your soul in a mystery
Hiding from the fires
of a dark and blackened world
led by false messiahs
Their message of hope
dipped in sweetened lies
Again and again and again
The wielders of that fated blade
Drop it like a broken undefined object
The title of saviour passed around
Like a child with a new found toy
A product of fear
The two edged blade
We’ve no one to blame
Well maybe everyone else
And as the blood drips from our fingers
We point and say “be your head on it”.
Whether man in black or man in white
There’s a messiah, but no salvation in sight.
Anyways, this is a draft of the first thing I wrote... and you're welcome to brutalise it, make jokes about it... whatever... that was I can see what can be construed as lame or generic. I haven't done lyric writing for a LONG time (at least not lyrics where symbolism is everything... generally just folk-rock stuff really)
Anyways... here they are.
You, you whited sepulchre
Cry out you filthy liar
Feel your attention seeking
Self depracating whore
of a life fall away from you
Fall, fall false prophet
Bleed the riches of your, your crusade
You took the hand that fed
but your greed in trying to
take the arm brought you
to the mouths of your victims
Sleep brings no joy to me
Remembrance, flashing eyes
Found your soul in a mystery
Hiding from the fires
of a dark and blackened world
led by false messiahs
Their message of hope
dipped in sweetened lies
Again and again and again
The wielders of that fated blade
Drop it like a broken undefined object
The title of saviour passed around
Like a child with a new found toy
A product of fear
The two edged blade
We’ve no one to blame
Well maybe everyone else
And as the blood drips from our fingers
We point and say “be your head on it”.
Whether man in black or man in white
There’s a messiah, but no salvation in sight.
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