Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For Lack of Perfect Words, artist - Soilent Green. Album song Inevitable Collapse in the Presence of Conviction, in the genre
Date of issue: 14.04.2008
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
For Lack of Perfect Words |
Do me a favor, make it sooner rather than later |
Follow me with a sense of pride |
A fool’s errand held you back |
Like it was a place to belong |
Nameless for all to forget |
Some things never change |
Rabid dogs on short chains |
At least the end of a phase |
Time to conform to this change |
A fear feeds back in repeat approach |
Locking doors to fears of lonesome times |
Encompass our abandonment in works toward mutual conflict |
Committed to meet the defense of these counterfeit actions |
People never count their own flaws when comparing social status |
In grips of frustration work for a goal of satisfying tempers |
Days get closer |
Time runs dry |
Tighter and constricting stress on the brain |
Teeth in tongue |
Your words unsung |
Questioning the devotion of a lifelong choice |
Apathetic controversies of the weak for this helpless day |
Victims of this self resistance, not standing up to this mistake |
Inclination of tradition that instills a shallow taste in life |
Out of this abyss of childhood innocence |
Psychotic episode of this negligence |
Be a man, pull the trigger |
Abandonment of self destruction |
Murdering beliefs in defiance of freedom |
The bonus is far too little to give up blood |
Reclaiming what things need to stand for |
These apathetic moments, art of deceiving |
Tyrant feelings in the turnstiles of consumption |
Practice what you preach is such a glutton’s term |
Ignored all evidence of a declining ambition |
Who is the one that should be law? |
Would we follow? |
Would we fall? |
Trusting leaders with blind ideas |
Feeding this system with our own blood and tears |
Absent in this argument |
Can’t even imagine, truth be told |
You’d do it if you had the balls |
This choice in your course of action |
Like a dog on all fours |
Now crawling back for remorse |
Use the same conviction with dying lips |