Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Veil, artist - Deca. Date of issue: 24.08.2015
Song language: English
The Veil |
| Just want to mention in passing |
| There’ll be food and drink and be moonlight dancing |
| If you can see through it somehow |
| Could you lend your place or a hotel room now? |
| Now, Miss Perfect was powdering her nose |
| In the bathroom stall with a pile of chemicals |
| Gettin' zooted, I was daydreaming about my music |
| Cleaning forbidden fruit out my teeth with a toothpick |
| The masqueraders are passing out party favors and |
| Playing games that appeal to our darker nature |
| Like William Tell with a loaded Glock |
| If you’re not a sure shot |
| You’ll decorate the flesh with red polka dots |
| Holly stepped out the restroom |
| With toilet paper stuck to her stiletto’s holding a Golden Globe |
| If all the kings men weren’t riddled with bullet holes, |
| She’d be the bulimic Belle of the Ball that stole the show |
| But tragedy’s a photo op so strike a pose |
| With a seven headed beast she’s a sight to behold |
| My Babylonian beauty, boujee, diamond earring |
| Designer wearing diamond earrings, find your bearings |
| Just want to mention in passing |
| (I just want to say) |
| There’ll be food and drink and be moonlight dancing |
| (It's gonna be great) |
| If you can see to it somehow |
| (If you can see to it) |
| Could you lend your place or a hotel room now? |
| The sky darkened, but no one seemed to notice |
| Fighter planes blocking out the sun like locusts |
| It’s all show biz, glamour and glitz |
| Divine play of a Broadway and camera tricks |
| Little Miss Bites-Her-Lower-Lip, wine trickles down her chin |
| I’m sitting in the corner taking notes with a fountain pen |
| Inside looking out, outside looking in |
| Sing a praise from a wrinkled page in a book of hymns |
| And when the moon turns blood red |
| And love is something terrible but beautiful that’s hanging by a thread |
| You don’t know if it’s the end or a new beginning |
| But know for sure there’s something fundamentally flawed with the life that |
| you’ve been living |
| I wasn’t there for the crucifixion |
| We tight rope walk the thin line between truth and superstition |
| If you don’t know, you’ll know real soon |
| Its sacred and profane, atoned in the hotel room |
| Just want to mention in passing |
| (I just want to say) |
| There’ll be food and drink and be moonlight dancing |
| (It's gonna be great) |
| If you can see to it somehow |
| (If you can see to it) |
| Could you lend your place or a hotel room now? |
| Now, I’ve been so lost, kicked while I was down |
| Barely had the strength to pull my sickly frame off the ground |
| I’ve been found out, a fraud, a phony |
| Exposed, felt the world breathe when taken beyond my threshold for pain |
| Maintain, sang in the rain |
| I’m the only one to blame for not staking my claim |
| I have fallen so far from grace |
| Built to destroy, the search for new worlds that would help me to fill the void |
| I am 1−0, I kill the noise |
| And red rum the rhythm section with no exception the real McCoy |
| Searching for the source the dream merchant in the sky |
| The most high that penalized a certain sin of pride |
| There’s serpents in the skies lurking round the city streets |
| I pull the curtains back and saw Jehovahs' speaking with the beast |
| Weigh my soul, weigh my organic metronome |
| Place it on the scale, help me see beyond the… |
| Veil… |