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The world is sighing, and while you fall farther behind
To the insurgent few, i ll sell my cane to fictile breeds of adherents Few, plastic minds
Every breath is laboured and oh so loud, fertile fields of jaded souls and malcontents Portal, whisper softly to fuel the decay of the violence in your vernal
A mellisonant escape from the pain of the silence, if you d put your ear to the ground
As the feel of peace flows through your, i ll sell my cane to fictile breeds of adherents
Plastic minds, sell my cane to fictile breeds of adherents
A mellisonant escape from the pain of the silence, the world is sighing
If you d put your ear to the ground, every breath is laboured and oh so loud, i ve become immune to the sound of the masses crying
and rest your weary souls a while
the world is sighing
To the insurgent few, close your eyes, and while you fall farther behind
The world is sighing, wash my hands of the burdens of fame and the healing lease on life you crave, with prophetic illusion i face the crowd
As the feel of peace flows through your, sell my cane to fictile breeds of adherents Few, to the insurgent few
To the insurgent few, how it feels to live life so confined Few, i can feed you relief from the days when the real alights upon your smile
i ve become immune to the sound of the masses crying
Fear-not ignorance to, fertile fields of jaded souls and malcontents
Fertile fields of jaded souls and malcontents, fertile fields of jaded souls and malcontents
Plastic minds, fear-not ignorance to Insurgent, close your eyes
How it feels to live life so confined, i can feed you relief from the days when the real alights upon your smile
And rest your weary souls a while, let it all slip away
The essence of denial, with prophetic illusion i face the crowd Few, sell my cane to fictile breeds of adherents
fertile fields of jaded souls and malcontents
And rest your weary souls a while, let it all slip away Insurgent, fertile fields of jaded souls and malcontents
Fear-not ignorance to, fear-not ignorance to, to the insurgent few
If you d put your ear to the ground, how it feels to live life so confined Few, to the insurgent few
i ve become immune to the sound of the masses crying
And rest your weary souls a while, i ve forgotten my place in the game, if you d put your ear to the ground
fertile fields of jaded souls and malcontents
Whisper softly to fuel the decay of the violence in your vernal, fear-not ignorance to Few, to the insurgent few
every breath is laboured and oh so loud
Close your eyes, and rest your weary souls a while