Deadly Circus Fire - Through the Soil

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THROUGH THE SOIL
I. BORN II. DAMNED III. REQUIEM
(1st track taken from DCF's debut album "The King and The Bishop")

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Lyrics:
[Extending the passage of time
but this time we will not be saved]
Concious of such callousness
Aware of our own core chaos
Bearing our teeth as we reach
a new level of Gods
(I'm) Constantly telling myself that it's
nothing getting myself into this
Chasing moments
We can find the time
The grinder is feeding the monkey
but now he is filled with the shame
Extending the passage of time
but this time we will not be saved
(I'm) Constantly fighting myself 'cause it's
something to make myself feel this. I'm-
Chasing moments
We Can't find the time
My God please just keep us
Out of sight, out of mind
Feed the weak and hide the blind
(She's still here. I breath in)
Tell the null, tell the sky
Preach her word, tell us why
(I need you)
Rise against the world that
set you with a soul
Dwell in darkness
we congress so flawlessly through the cold
You're constantly begging me making me
Lifeless for the long way down
Chasing moments
We Can't find the time
My God please just keep us
Out of sight, out of mind
Feed the weak and hide the blind
(She's still here. I breath in)
Tell the null, tell the sky
Preach her word, tell us why
(I need you)
She dances with kings while he lays
through the soil he crawls
And she curses his name
like she spat on his face
like she stepped on his grave
Sometimes we crash and burn
little tin soldiers who can't return
Selling mass murder with what we've learned
filling the holes with shovels that cannot turn
the earth
Earthquakes and pseudo-sextapes
Get inside the headaches as they try to escape
cremating satan watching re-runs roll on all the
ad breaks
Lady liberty cries as we whore her out
In the rain they say his soul remains
be ridden alone
and every now and then he's seen below
There's someone moving
fleeing light
the son who never shined
son without a shrine

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