
Accursed Creation - Glossectomy Live @ Mavericks March 6, 2012
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Accursed Creation performing "Glossectomy" of the EP Exegesis Live March 6th @ Mavericks while opening for Hate Eternal and Battlecross
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Lyrics
We do not know why we put word to phrase
why the honest don't come back again
the rivers flow with lies
but who is there to sympathize?
Rhythmic patterns reproduced by
Timekeepers who waste their time
rehashing tales they do not know of
For the men who don't deserve it
Victor forcing his antonym mute
Writing the word of god
Self-dignified words to be phrased
And the past is lost...
And so it is, and as it will be, and so it may be
The defense of man
Who want to kill, and who will kill, and who will stop them
I call out and pray to the Mute
The shameful whose tongue is no longer
To tell tales banished in ways acute
To roar out what wrongs have fallen on you
Enamel stone to a gargoyle
And he will mount our fitted crowns?
Naivety taints our comprehension
Those who lost their say will drown
Communed to become Jeeves
Servants begging on their knees
Chasms carves to their satisfaction
As to turn their homes to mansions
They won the war and in turn a voice
To make history a game of choice
They do not slay, they are not odd
They're lies become the words of god
I call out and pray to the Mute
The shameful whose tongue is no longer
To tell tales banished in ways acute
To roar out what wrongs have fallen on you
And the past is lost...
www.facebook.com/AccursedCreation
Lyrics
We do not know why we put word to phrase
why the honest don't come back again
the rivers flow with lies
but who is there to sympathize?
Rhythmic patterns reproduced by
Timekeepers who waste their time
rehashing tales they do not know of
For the men who don't deserve it
Victor forcing his antonym mute
Writing the word of god
Self-dignified words to be phrased
And the past is lost...
And so it is, and as it will be, and so it may be
The defense of man
Who want to kill, and who will kill, and who will stop them
I call out and pray to the Mute
The shameful whose tongue is no longer
To tell tales banished in ways acute
To roar out what wrongs have fallen on you
Enamel stone to a gargoyle
And he will mount our fitted crowns?
Naivety taints our comprehension
Those who lost their say will drown
Communed to become Jeeves
Servants begging on their knees
Chasms carves to their satisfaction
As to turn their homes to mansions
They won the war and in turn a voice
To make history a game of choice
They do not slay, they are not odd
They're lies become the words of god
I call out and pray to the Mute
The shameful whose tongue is no longer
To tell tales banished in ways acute
To roar out what wrongs have fallen on you
And the past is lost...