Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Static Masses, artist - Light This City. Album song Remains of the Gods, in the genre Date of issue: 09.10.2000
Record label: Prosthetic
Song language: English
The Static Masses |
| Even when I was younger |
| I could feel your slimy sculptor’s hands |
| Shaping every uneven feature of my body after your fantasies |
| Forever crafted to a silent |
| Excessive perfection |
| Fingers digging out all visible flaws |
| Yet you still aren’t satisfied with your work |
| I’ll never breathe or blink or look you in the eye |
| I’ll never show a single sign that I’m alive |
| The time will come to break the chisel that hacked away our trust |
| I’ll never speak or think or spit straight in your eye |
| I’ll never show a single sign I can defy |
| You need to understand it’s what you’ve done to all of us |
| As you approach, I’ll always freeze right where I’m standing |
| Heart beating faster under the cold |
| Hard clay that has become my skin |
| It’s buried so deep |
| You’d never know it was there |
| But you’re seeking something |
| I can see it when you examine my every feature |
| For something more than what you’ve designed |
| Weighed down by my own heavy splendor |
| I’m just a statue to pose at your parties |
| Surrounded by a stiff |
| Leering mass groping for a feel of the new old trend |
| But what more can I give you besides my rigid presence |