Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song An Evening With Morning Star (Act. II) , by - I, Omega. Song from the album Transients, in the genre МеталRelease date: 14.07.2014
Record label: Bullet Tooth
Song language: English
An Evening With Morning Star (Act. II) |
| The executed have all moved on |
| still I struggle in a shallow grave |
| screaming at the impotent that |
| put me here |
| I am not whole |
| from watching the soil spread |
| solemn faces |
| the earth embraces |
| each grain represents every bit of doubt that spills out of me |
| I’m choking on the words that can’t be released |
| only rough skin remains |
| where my mouth used to be |
| it was condemned all the goddamn years ago when I still had pride |
| call it off, call it off I have nothing to say |
| If this body’s just a coffin I will choose when it lays |
| We’re all just dying to plot our graves |
| serving ourselves a bit of grace on our own terms |
| ignoring what we’ve learned |
| waste not what you’ve earned |
| I pray more than the faithful |
| repent more than atoned |
| I’ve been deemed a skeptic by every atheist I know |
| yet I still can’t find meaning in this world |
| I mourn him as he won’t find worth |
| eight eyes radiate desires of four hearts ever calling out two shoulders hold |
| up the one burden they couldn’t help |
| call it off, call it off I have nothing to say |
| If this body’s just a coffin I will choose when it lays |
| We’re all just dying to plot our graves |
| serving ourselves a bit of grace on our own terms |
| ignoring what we’ve learned |
| waste not what you’ve earned |
| burning up burning up there’s a fire in me |
| from a devil on my shoulder that seeks empathy |
| protect the sinner fuck the saint |
| not finding peace just disdain |
| how can you say we’re meant to be this way |
| when you’re living in an hourglass and you can’t seem to find the time to change |
| I refuse to go quietly |
| if I’m going to hell at least that means you’re in heaven holding her head and |
| making excuses for a father who couldn’t |
| when I die I hope you see them picketing my funeral |
| screaming at the top of their lungs |
| at least then you’ll know that they make the world a bitter place |
| I left the world a better place to call home |
| call it off, call it off I have nothing to say |
| If this body’s just a coffin I will choose when it lays |
| We’re all just dying to plot our graves |
| serving ourselves a bit of grace on our own terms |
| ignoring what we’ve learned |
| waste not what you’ve earned |
| burning up burning up there’s a fire in me |
| from a devil on my shoulder that seeks empathy |
| protect the sinner fuck the saint |
| not finding peace just disdain |
| how can you say we’re meant to be this way |
| when you’re living in an hourglass and you can’t seem to find the time to |
| change. |