The Lord Weird Slough Feg The Spoils Lyrics

You wait in the wings for their call
Hiding in mirrors you pray
Another long winter will pass
And nobody's listening

In martyrdom's shackles you reign
Through long b_____ winters you fast
And all of the riches that shined
They're no longer glistening

Turning my blood to stone
Leaving me here alone
Chorus of angels comes to pick my bones

You wait for the curtain to fall
The truth switches on in your mind
The chorus comes issuing forth
All is in vanity

You've crafted a lifetime of pain
Illusions come crumbling down
An emptiness pulling your chain
Endless insanity

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