Age of Excuse V Songtext
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The gruesome caravan is crawling in circles
Around pillars of cold grey light
Pale horse is there, but the rider′s away on business
And the lion went roaring somewhere else
It's a begging time for dissolution
The commodity of ultimate silence on public display
The living dead stare at the gaping void
Waiting for the blade to finally come down

Not just yet

There′s still innards to be ripped out
And hanged between the sacred trees
Bones to be broken, eyes to be plucked
For the amusement of a drooling god

Born again in a tidal wave of filth
Amidst chants of suffocating angels
An offering to a ravenous idol
That'll take more pleasure in puking it out


Gnawed and spat out
Still good enough for lowbrow vultures
Torn and led astray
Fed scraps of hope until the banal end

A bargain pilgrimage to the heart of darkness
The stay got extended quite a good bit
View is always the same: sorrow upon sorrow
And the orchestra keeps playing same song on repeat

A canticle arranged for gnashing of teeth
Howling of hearts and cracking of spines
And there's a hundred eager razors
Underneath the conductor′s suit

Gnawed and spat out
Still good enough for lowbrow vultures
Torn and led astray
Fed scraps of hope until the banal end

In this rotten excuse for a world
At the bottom of the dustbin of history
Let′s just try and pretend
That our corpses still have some class


The cold light
The gaping void
The final silence
At the fingertips

The cold light
The gaping void
The broken cycle
Not just yet