Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reverie, artist - Protest The Hero. Album song Palimpsest, in the genre Прогрессив-метал
Date of issue: 18.06.2020
Record label: Protest the Hero
Song language: English
Reverie |
The wingspan of my exploits is vast as the sea |
Familiar commencement, familiar routine |
As my Mother lay dying, my Father would scream |
«Son, do you dream the American dream?» |
Oh no, not me |
Not on your life |
I’m gonna live on the edge of a knife |
And prey on the fools who should handle it timidly |
You had your big dreams and planted a seed |
You wanted a flower, but turned out a weed |
My petals will curl and fall to the ground |
You’ll whisper my name and you’ll spread me around |
And as you grow in my supposed image |
You won’t inherit the truth of how I feel |
You’ll just assume that it’s real |
Father, forgive me |
For I do not know not what I do |
Father, if I could, I’d chose to be like you |
Forget this fucking face |
Forget you ever saw it |
Empty your pockets, your keys and your wallet |
A mere $ 50, my life was delayed |
Locked up and shut down for more than a decade |
And so I sew my seed, year after year |
I’ll be the meanest bastard you’ve ever seen when I get out of here |
And so I sew my seed, year after year |
I’ll be the meanest bastard you’ve ever seen when I get out of here |
Freedom is incarceration by a different name |
I’m free to walk the streets, but I’m financially detained |
And so I sew my seed, year after year |
I’ll be the meanest bastard when I get out of here |
There’s nowhere left to turn, there’s nowhere left to run |
So I’ll take what I’m owed or I’ll eat this fucking gun |
And so I sew my seed, year after year |
I’ll be the meanest bastard you’ve ever seen when I get out of here |
You had your big dreams and planted a seed |
You wanted a flower, but turned out a weed |
My petals will curl and fall to the ground |
You’ll whisper my name and you’ll spread me around |
On the wings of the wind, to the end of the earth |
My legend will grow as my story gives birth |
To a new generation of violent offenders |
Who worship my memory |
Hyperbolize my splendor |
And as you grow in my supposed image |
(And as you grow in my supposed image) |
You won’t inherit the truth of how I feel |
(You won’t inherit the truth of how I feel) |
And as you grow in my supposed image |
(And as you grow in my supposed image) |
You’ll piss away your precious, fleeting youth |
Assuming you know the truth |
Assuming you know the truth |