Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song T.E.E.S.O.E., artist - Voices From The Fuselage. Album song To Hope, in the genre Прогрессив-металDate of issue: 15.12.2011
Record label: Self-released
Song language: English
T.E.E.S.O.E. |
| Within these walls I am confined |
| Thrust over our eyes solely to blind |
| Is it trespassing when we feel at home? |
| Amongst the truth which remains untold? |
| Who is the arbiter in this |
| Travesty you choose to dismiss? |
| You have people running for their lives |
| The hatred you feed contrives… |
| Everybody and their lives |
| When we tread on through |
| Fields of green, lakes of crystal |
| Motion turmoil of umber and life. |
| When we tread on through |
| Fields of green, lakes of crystal |
| Motion turmoil of umber and life |
| When we tread on through |
| Fields of green, lakes of crystal |
| Motion turmoil of umber and life. |
| With our doubt still intact |
| Curious of new discoveries which you’ve left unproven. |
| It keeps me up at night. |
| A fault or flaw, I slight. |
| Am I the casualty of my own circumstance? |
| Such is life. |
| You’ll be soon to see |
| Yet to suffer an epiphany. |
| Such is life |
| You’ll be soon to see |
| Yet to suffer an epiphany. |
| I see my purpose now. |
| To reproduce somehow. |
| Lobotomise myself |
| Break the boy my mother spat out. |
| I’m not a patron saint. |
| Never something so quaint. |
| You’re not a god to man but to the robots you forsake. |
| I see my purpose now. |
| To reproduce somehow. |
| Lobotomise myself |
| Break the boy my mother spat out. |
| I’m not a parton saint. |
| Never something so quaint. |
| You’re not a god to man but to the robots you forsake. |