Well the dragons, they breed. Skies overpopulated,
And nobody notices, patches of shaded.
Grasses and bricks, that form castles that stand
as a false testament to the triumph of man.
When did all of the heroes stop being selected?
And why can't they be accurately reflected?
They say the sword bows to the might of the pen,
For the blade's wound is clean, while the ink will bleed in.
Chorus: And I know I'm a coward, I know I'm a slave, to the same fucking reasons you'll never be saved,
By this unchosen hero, this futile attempt. I will fight for myself, because no one's been sent.
Is it heroes or heroin, that we want most?
for the heroes are dead, all that's left are the ghosts.
That sing when I'm sleeping, requiems relentless,
To the notion that I may one day save the princess.
but she isn't trapped, for the trapped one is me,
like a crow in the cage of this ugly body.
I'm the scorn of the fates, bound to be second best,
but she's playing that organ that sings through my chest.
(Chorus)
When did all of the heroes stop being selected?
because I need one now, and I want him dissected.
Is his heart made of gold, for mine's heavily gilded,
and a practical joke by the sick man who built it.
Well I'll tear off my skin to attract all the beasts,
Said you wanted a hero, well you got the least,
But I disregard life, 'cause I don't give a damn,
I know I'm not chosen, but i know what i am.
Chorus 2: I know I'm a coward, I know I'm a slave, to the same fucking reasons you'll never be saved.
By this unchosen hero, this futile attempt, Unimpressive, unclean, and foremost: unsent.
Well I wanna be the chosen one, instead of this weak bastard I know I've become.
Riding on the words of a wise, dying man, I know I'm not chosen but I know what I am...
Got these holes in my hands, 'cause I've chosen to dance,
With a breakable infant, who carries a lance,
No ma'am I'm not your savior, just a passing glancer,
No, I'm not your hero, I'm part of the cancer,
That's fueling the banter of the homeless man,
The end is approaching, so lie while you can,
Our hero' a rogue, a rapscallion, a thief,
While everyone waits for undeserved relief,
And this force-field's a fortress, this force-field's a cage,
This haven's a hydra, forever to slay,
boxes without boxes, and keys without locks,
and this just doesn't work: paradoxical oxen,
surrounded by farces that you call belief,
Where's my catharsis, and where's my relief?
I'm trapped between a hard place and two mirrors,
the illusion ensuing makes my task much clearer.
supported by 103 fans who also own “A Coward's Lament”
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309
supported by 76 fans who also own “A Coward's Lament”
Comme d'habitude, j'ai bien du mal à choisir une "favorite track" avec ce groupe de Trashgrass qui excelle dans son domaine.
Mais là, j'ai réussi à me décider finalement. XD EklektikTrip