Draconian - End Of The Robe Lyrics
All the misery you create, And all the pain you shape... You are not to blame, my friend.Somebody filled your empty page.Shaped as we silently wept, Confined (as) transformation begins.The table was set and then we sleptAs architects of timeSo much grief behind the fa adeAnd symptoms of certain demise.We drown in fragrant illusions, Illusions of right and wrong.We clench to a lustful saintDigging graves on top of our lives.Stuffed with values til we choke, I guess we've reached the end of the ropeThrough the mist, in the haze, The impending doom's upon usThe dividing blade of natureAnd man severed our callow breathThe sun will set, Set on the blindfoldedThe self-appointed guardiansAre scratching at my door.We kiss their venomous lipsAnd join the hallowed parade.Flying on paralyzed wingsWondering who we should beAs tyranny becomes normality; We hang at the end of the ropeThrough the mist, in the haze, The impending doom's upon usThe dividing blade of natureAnd man severed our callow breathThe sun will set, Set on the blindfolded
