Behind The Veil Songtext
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Behind The Veil Songtext
Miracle cure and a holy grail
This small syringe will tell the tale
And show the world for what it is
Now poor and frail (quite poor and frail)
Needless to say it will be sold at large
And show the world for what it is
Is this the thing we′re looking for?
We're desperate, is this the thing
Miracle cure in a traveling suitcase
Behind the veil—Behind the veil
Show the world for what it is
Who hides from us behind the veil
Behind the veil, for what it is
You poor and frail—you stay away
Show the world for what it is
Who hides from us behind the veil
Behind the veil, for what it is
You poor and frail—you stay away
Their flesh is dry
Their flesh is parched
Their flesh is forever
Flawed and unwilling
Their flesh is dry
Their flesh is parched
Their flesh is forever
Flawed and unwilling
The pestiferous folk—at the bottom of the food chain
is banished from Earth, like a stray dog from the supermarket
No worship can stop the impending horror
of incoming perdition,
There is no salvation
within temples of concrete and steel
Listen to me for once and blame it on the living
for dead would surely do the deed better
If they were here they′d done it, oh God
with such ease and a stroke of luck
Those blessed boots were swift for sure
Your wings of haste, thy golden feathers
You were above all, and now you are beyond
Oil and grease from their machines
soaks down the glassware and lab equipment
Grey bird sitting on a microscope of death
Still bits of powder—in buried parts of the body
Terrified shadows—guns blazing in cabin module
Exoskeletons, strange insects, road-worn tubes
and dead skin flakes, miracle cure, our heads at the stake
This small syringe will tell the tale
Now poor and frail (quite poor and frail)
We're desperate,
Is this the thing we're looking for?
Is this the thing
Sold at large
it stole the show
This thing that hides behind the veil
Miracle cure...
Holy grail
Vibrant show for now we know
This is the thing we′re looking for
In your story, in your coffin
Nothing more than just a nail.
Sold at large
it stole the show
This thing that hides behind the veil
Miracle cure and a holy grail
Their flesh is dry
Their flesh is parched
Their flesh is forever
Flawed and unwilling
Show the world for what it is
Who hides from us behind the veil
Behind the veil, for what it is
You poor and frail—you stay away
Listen to me for once and blame it on the living
for dead would surely do the deed better
If they were here they′d done it, oh God
with such ease and a stroke of luck
Those blessed boots were swift for sure
Your wings of haste, thy golden feathers
You were above all, and now you are beyond
Oil and grease from their machines
soaks down the glassware and lab equipment
Grey bird sitting on a microscope
Shmonah y'mei milah
Shivah y′mei shabta,
Achad asar kochvayah,
Asarah dibrayah,
Tishah yarchei leidah,
Shebashamayim uva'aretz
This small syringe will tell the tale
And show the world for what it is
Now poor and frail (quite poor and frail)
Needless to say it will be sold at large
And show the world for what it is
Is this the thing we′re looking for?
We're desperate, is this the thing
Miracle cure in a traveling suitcase
Behind the veil—Behind the veil
Show the world for what it is
Who hides from us behind the veil
Behind the veil, for what it is
You poor and frail—you stay away
Show the world for what it is
Who hides from us behind the veil
Behind the veil, for what it is
You poor and frail—you stay away
Their flesh is dry
Their flesh is parched
Their flesh is forever
Flawed and unwilling
Their flesh is dry
Their flesh is parched
Their flesh is forever
Flawed and unwilling
The pestiferous folk—at the bottom of the food chain
is banished from Earth, like a stray dog from the supermarket
No worship can stop the impending horror
of incoming perdition,
There is no salvation
within temples of concrete and steel
Listen to me for once and blame it on the living
for dead would surely do the deed better
If they were here they′d done it, oh God
with such ease and a stroke of luck
Those blessed boots were swift for sure
Your wings of haste, thy golden feathers
You were above all, and now you are beyond
Oil and grease from their machines
soaks down the glassware and lab equipment
Grey bird sitting on a microscope of death
Still bits of powder—in buried parts of the body
Terrified shadows—guns blazing in cabin module
Exoskeletons, strange insects, road-worn tubes
and dead skin flakes, miracle cure, our heads at the stake
This small syringe will tell the tale
Now poor and frail (quite poor and frail)
We're desperate,
Is this the thing we're looking for?
Is this the thing
Sold at large
it stole the show
This thing that hides behind the veil
Miracle cure...
Holy grail
Vibrant show for now we know
This is the thing we′re looking for
In your story, in your coffin
Nothing more than just a nail.
Sold at large
it stole the show
This thing that hides behind the veil
Miracle cure and a holy grail
Their flesh is dry
Their flesh is parched
Their flesh is forever
Flawed and unwilling
Show the world for what it is
Who hides from us behind the veil
Behind the veil, for what it is
You poor and frail—you stay away
Listen to me for once and blame it on the living
for dead would surely do the deed better
If they were here they′d done it, oh God
with such ease and a stroke of luck
Those blessed boots were swift for sure
Your wings of haste, thy golden feathers
You were above all, and now you are beyond
Oil and grease from their machines
soaks down the glassware and lab equipment
Grey bird sitting on a microscope
Shmonah y'mei milah
Shivah y′mei shabta,
Achad asar kochvayah,
Asarah dibrayah,
Tishah yarchei leidah,
Shebashamayim uva'aretz
Writer(s): Bruno čavara Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
