Human Abstract, The
Complex Terms
Careless, to try to think that we've progressedand the consequence of walking quietlyWe only know, what we've been toldSelf's exposed and overloadedThese monuments built by thievesKeep us containedPolished they stand and guide usI found a four leaf cloverHidden withinBuried beneath my fearsAnd we fall, kneelingbegging for scrapsHands and arms stretched outwe reach for what we're givenSo privilegedI'd Imagine it could be the fall of manWe come from controla paradigm that leads us through the valleyinto the mouths of wolveswe are being eaten aliveAnd we fall, kneelingbegging for what?The tailor's shop has closedand we don't dress for miracles anymoreOh, how we believe inall the monuments built by thieves...
From Letras Mania