Paroles de 'Lord' par Devil Ate My Son

Gravity
Teach me the ways of retaliation, retaliation.
I'd like every backbiter to know
that audience is always priority rather than the stage.
It all comes down to this.
Look elsewhere for books of narcissism.
Pride is a trend that is far past swollen.
Death through windows.
Death through windows.
Death through windows.
No longer can I live a life of no control, no control.
These stories we've been writing are water-thin, water thin.
It's disheartening because I know that we are capable of vision.
Blemishes are warnings so simple concentrate and apply pressure.
And it's branches will be broken.
And it's branches will be broken.
The city to be punished.
So many never listen.
And I drown in disgust.
When will you ever remember?
When will you realize (that) false states fall to the feet of dead gods?
False statements fall to the feet of dead gods.
False statements fall to the feet of dead gods.
False statements fall to the feet of dead gods, dead gods.