at fractions of its former glory
glittering soul of cold decay, i know
[accept your failure, accept your saviour]
dulls the edge, keeps us afloat
above these days of neon grey, i know
[accept your failure, accept your saviour]
go away
trembling smoke and patient mirrors
remnants of the covert feasts
our rituals of self deletion
erode the men and leave the beasts
miles below the coronaries
of this city we could lie
wide awake and atrophying
humming tuneless lullabies
at fractions of its former glory
glittering soul of cold decay, i know
dulls the edge, keeps us afloat
above these days of neon grey, i know
[accept your failure, accept your saviour]
go away
master, haste, the night is fleeting, [i know]
and the p***s have left the dance
static broken by the ramblings
of the shepherds and the lambs
purpose and determination
tin gods of a blinded man
mere shackles we long cast aside
a phantom weight though, now and then
at fractions of its former glory
glittering soul of cold decay, i know
dulls the edge, keeps us afloat
above these days of neon grey, i know
[accept your failure, accept your saviour]
go away
with the gates you welded shut
and the saints you scared away
go away