Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Curious Lot, artist - Byzantine. Date of issue: 02.02.2015
Song language: English
A Curious Lot |
| Now I’m free and I’m never alone |
| Still I heap heavy woe on the clouds |
| Accepted the plea to end the misery |
| As I shield myself from the crowds |
| I chisel away at the walls of my cell |
| That chisels so slowly at me |
| We are the meek who obtained the world |
| And vengeance we bring unto thee |
| I’m not afraid to die |
| So please unholster that hate at your side |
| I’m not afraid to… die |
| Comb the lies for admission of guilt |
| Now your tales hold your feet to the fire |
| Murderer, we are not alone |
| And the torches they keep growing brighter |
| We are the meek and vengeance we bring unto thee |
| We are not alone and vengeance we bring unto thee |
| The mark of Cain I forever bear |
| That was penned from the blood of three lambs |
| Innocence forever scrutinized |
| Yet life never died from these hands |
| From these visions I will never heal |
| A ghost that will haunt till the end |
| The scent of your wickedness fills the air |
| Yet from home I’m forever damned |
| I’m not afraid to die |
| So please unholster that hate at your side |
| I’m not afraid to die |
| When you smother the truth all you foster are lies |