Doomed to Repeat Songtext
von Osiris Saline
Doomed to Repeat Songtext
Wild flowers bloom
Pluck their petals for the moon
Each one sang it′s identity
Onto floors of scorched graves
And born with it the specters
That lost all that brought it whole
A soulless void once more deployed
To ground as worn as coal
And faded as the earth that cries
We walk across in haunted sighs
You lied for genocide
Sing to us, your everything
I wish we ran
After your shadow
I wish for you
Entombed
Cities of forgotten age
Crumbled, pulled, paved
The whispers of tranquility
Replaced by nobility
A tale of all consumption
Adults, children, new corruption
The wild flowers bloom
Picked petals swing & swoon
Bring around a new age
With sacrifice at centre stage
You lied for genocide
Sing to us, your everything
I wish I ran
After your shadow
I wish for you, entombed
I wish
You pressed on old grounds
And marked our value
You took these lives
And plunged them down
A thought of ill will
Struggling, fighting, still
The smile in your sleep
Slipped down beneath
The comfort of cold gazes
The death of the blameless
A middle class fascist
Rots from within
With spit, and pride
A monster of genocide
Pluck their petals for the moon
Each one sang it′s identity
Onto floors of scorched graves
And born with it the specters
That lost all that brought it whole
A soulless void once more deployed
To ground as worn as coal
And faded as the earth that cries
We walk across in haunted sighs
You lied for genocide
Sing to us, your everything
I wish we ran
After your shadow
I wish for you
Entombed
Cities of forgotten age
Crumbled, pulled, paved
The whispers of tranquility
Replaced by nobility
A tale of all consumption
Adults, children, new corruption
The wild flowers bloom
Picked petals swing & swoon
Bring around a new age
With sacrifice at centre stage
You lied for genocide
Sing to us, your everything
I wish I ran
After your shadow
I wish for you, entombed
I wish
You pressed on old grounds
And marked our value
You took these lives
And plunged them down
A thought of ill will
Struggling, fighting, still
The smile in your sleep
Slipped down beneath
The comfort of cold gazes
The death of the blameless
A middle class fascist
Rots from within
With spit, and pride
A monster of genocide
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