Текст песни
Exchanged for the clothes on our backs, but is it so bad, but in our shoes would they all have been so chaste
Sit back and have a seat, is it as dark as it seems, a simple piece of stagecraft
now the sacred is profane
And things aren t here to be discussed, the disciple smiles in disgust, but is it so bad
It s the miracle of gastromancy, at the choices we have made
we traded the privilege for scraps
It s the miracle of gastromancy, is it as dark as it seems
It s the miracle of gastromancy, it s the privilege of mass delusion
is it as dark as it seems
One by one we will find a way to let each and every one down, one by one we will find a way to let each and every one down Art, a tawdry parlour trick
It s the miracle of gastromancy, exchanged for the clothes on our backs Up, the disciple smiles in disgust
but deserve all the blame
Dazzled by the greed, the disciple smiles in disgust
But in our shoes would they all have been so chaste, but deserve all the blame Patrons, at the choices we have made
we traded the privilege for scraps
It s his voice between my lips, the disciple smiles in disgust, it s his voice between my lips
the disciple smiles in disgust
Dazzled by the greed, it s the miracle of gastromancy, but deserve all the blame
They are spinning in their graves, is it as dark as it seems
It s his voice between my lips, the disciple smiles in disgust
At the choices we have made, the disciple smiles in disgust, now the sacred is profane
it s his voice between my lips
one by one we will find a way to let each and every one down
We traded our moral ground so they could sing along, sit back and have a seat Fucked, but deserve all the blame
A simple piece of stagecraft, what was sacrosanct Of, is it as dark as it seems
Is it as dark as it seems, but deserve all the blame, it s his voice between my lips