Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Exile, artist - Light This City. Album song Light This City - Digital Collection, in the genre
Date of issue: 21.12.2017
Record label: Prosthetic
Song language: English
Exile |
When you gaze into your polished metal plates |
You picture the face of a man who longs to see his soul |
But claws are claws |
Whether sharpened or painted or blunted |
From hours of bounding |
One-track-minded, through the snow |
I have arrived |
An exile too inferior for your highness to fight |
Armored |
Not humored |
And prepared to seize your life |
The prisoner I came to rescue sits down to watch the fight |
With tears in her eyes |
Who knew a tongue could do so much harm |
Lying in one’s mouth |
Dancing to music that wasn’t really there |
Muttering about moments we never even shared |
Your twisted jaw moves |
But you’ve lost all sound |
How soon till your breath runs out |
When the others gaze into your polished eyes |
As glassy as the doll’s you hold to represent your soul |
They witness the face of an animal acting like a man |
In their confusion, you dressed them in sashes and perfume |
But the stench seeps through |
I long to scream |
My country |
This is not how we were supposed to live |
And with each mortifying blow |
I’m fading rapidly |
Get up |
I hear that faithful onlooker plead |
She won’t insult me by looking away |
When I start to bleed |
Who knew a tongue could do so much harm |
Lying in one’s mouth |
Dancing to music that wasn’t really there |
Muttering about moments we never even shared |
Your twisted jaw moves |
But you’ve lost all sound |
How soon till your breath runs out |
One leap |
One strike |
And the metal snaps away from your face |
That chattering jaw comes unhinged |
And your insincere tongue hangs down from your neck |
I plunge through the ribs and grasp the steaming |
Slippery heart |
It slides down my throat and I am king again |
Tear down these garish walls and let the prisoners free |
Throw their gaudy stones out to the sea |
Rip these dolls limb from limb |
Claws proudly unsheathed |
Our souls were never meant to be seen |