The Faustian Spirit Songtext
von Eidola

Is it getting any better?
Or does it feel like it′s not?
Now everybody is a fucking critic
I say "fuck the whole lot!"
I hope you waste all your time
Pretend you're everything you′re not
Then maybe you'd know what it's like to be me

You′d fold
Every single time and walk away
From all your mistakes
And I′m betting down
That you'd drop the crown
Come on and show me what you′d do better
Prove me wrong, you fucking parasites


So hold my feet to the fire
I can be the enemy you need
Like a paradigm
Falling out of vogue
My legend won't be stopped
So next time you see me
You better get right
Get right
Or get gone

You better get right
Or get gone
Oh, oh

I know the reasons why
You can′t accept me as I am
I'm a reflection of all the things
That you could never be

Oh, beautiful demise
Erase the light inside my eyes
I need to know
Is it worth it?
To go ahead and cross that line?
I wish that I could escape
The bitter end to my own fate
But I will always start again
And I will find a way to mend


So hold my feet to the fire
I can be the enemy you need
Like a paradigm
Falling out of vogue
My legend won′t be stopped
So next time you see me
You better get right
Get right
Or get gone

Delusionary disappointed optimist
No empty sky to tether your chains to
What a generous
Empty promise
When the mountain falls
A handshake in the front
A knife in the back
A tragic irony
Juxtapose disciples graciously

Oh, beautiful demise
Erase the light inside my eyes
I need to know
Is it worth it?
To go ahead and cross that line?
I wish that I could escape
The bitter end to my own fate
But I will always start again
And I will find a way to mend

So hold my feet to the fire
I can be the enemy you need
Like a paradigm
Falling out of vogue
My legend won't be stopped
So next time you see me
You better get right
Get right
Or get gone