Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Empire, artist - Eye of the Enemy.
Date of issue: 10.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Empire |
I can bargain with your karma |
Loan you zen, sell testimony |
And you’ll buy it with a smile |
Because you’re numb and fucking lonely |
I won’t stand to be kept waiting long |
While the sirens sing their song |
And the hull of the good ship Circumspect |
Is dashed upon my wrongs |
Don’t pester me |
Let the hole infested fester |
Don’t hector me |
Your lecherous didactic lectures |
Are not surrogacy |
For the thoughts you think you’re thinking |
Little one, plague has come |
Yet you tear me down |
And though the rain comes pouring over |
And though the rats come pouring in |
And though the curtains dropped, it’s over |
You tear me down |
And though the rain comes pouring over |
And though the rats come pouring in |
And though the curtains dropped, it’s over |
You tear me down |
You tear me down |
Why am I the fucking worm |
In your terminal sojourn? |
Your face a buffet |
In its resting place |
Little one, plague has done |
What I was scared to do |
I tried to help you through |
Yet you tear me down |
And though the rain comes pouring over |
And though the rats come pouring in |
And though the curtains dropped, it’s over |
You tear me down |
And though the rain comes pouring over |
And though the rats come pouring in |
And though the curtains dropped, it’s over |
You tear me |
Down |
Nonsense |
Nonsense where your head should be |
I stand on giants shoulders |
Isolated by a guillotine |
No one remembers |
The man of integrity |
I stand on giants shoulders |
Isolated by a guillotine |
No one remembers |
The man of integrity |
Look out below |
For the footprints left in snow |
Alone when things are slow |
But a pair |
Part when things are going right |
Redundant fight or flight |
I don’t need a guiding light |
If we avoid the night |
I can show you nothing if your mind has the means |
To glean the empty space between a death and a dream |
Again |
What a wonderful form of dread |
Unscalable |
Your formidable wall of dead |
You cast your lot |
With the sinners of Babel and Sodom and rot |