Lyrics Last of a Dying Breed - Foxtails Brigade

Last of a Dying Breed

Though the ages have forgotten
Florid sensibilities
Powdered hair and skin all rotten
No longer a sacred thing
For the last of a dying breed
Knows no virtue in vacancy
And such discourse remains unyielding
Exiled by exaltation
Steadfast in the will of place
Confined by generation
Preserved in perfect grace
For the last of a dying breed
Fares not well in complacency
And such discourse remains unyielding
For the last of a dying breed
Inevitably faced with conformity
Flourishes only in undefeated
Passage to the rights of antiquity
When reason reaches closure
Such would sooner lay to waste
Compliance with wry composure
To save an unmarked face
For the last of a dying breed
Wants not for such vacancy
And such discourse remains unyielding