Lyrics The Art Of Patrons - Fucked Up

The Art Of Patrons - Fucked Up
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Date of issue: 01.06.2014
Song language: English

The Art Of Patrons

«Eurycles, I am broken»
The disciple smiles in disgust
The Satyrs have awoken
And things aren’t here to be discussed
We traded the privilege for scraps
Exchanged for the clothes on our backs
Lived life like there was no other way
What was sacrosanct
Now the sacred is profane
We yearn for the thanks
But deserve all the blame
A simple piece of stagecraft
A tawdry parlour trick
We traded our moral ground so they could sing along
But is it so bad?
Is it as dark as it seems?
To trade a little purity to prolong the dream?
One by one we will find a way to let each and every one down
It’s the privilege of mass delusion
Sit back and have a seat
Dazzled by the greed
It’s his voice between my lips
It’s the miracle of gastromancy
They are spinning in their graves
At the choices we have made
But in our shoes would they all have been so chaste?

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