I am the guiding side
Guilty but I decide
How cruel is my crime
Too fine for the blinded eye
But my work is my life
Judge me if you can
But I am who I am
Either way they'll lock me away
And since I got nowhere to stay
It's all my time to play
I contemplate when I watch you defecate
It's not that I hate
You shouldn't be upset
Because it's all my time to waste
In this city of freaks
And priests of mischief
We all got ourselves to blame
For the moral decay
What I do is my shame
Because life is a disgusting game
It's our hands, it's our crime
It's our craft, it's our time
All those lives are worth the sacrifice
And yes it's sad but quite suffice
So just for the fact to keep your lovely world intact
There are always good deeds to lack
So you decide what you decide
And I don't give a fuck about your design
But I resign from your denial
Of the fucked up world so rely
On your views and that's just fine
Because you should know I got mine
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024