Sieges Even - Epigram For The Last Straw Lyrics
How many prayers have been pattered out in vain,How many deeds have provoked a renaissance of futile smiles,And how many times have we been privileged spectators?We'd rather be removed from this conspiracyWe's rather close our eyes to the insanityLifting our hopes to withered plains.Dragging our thirst through desert stormsInterlocked through limitless empires of camera eyes,Observing distress with stoic composureIs this the act of resignation?Admist the ruins the actors parade,Reciting phrases of 'Godot' and 'Lear'Yet something's different, the play seems so realHow come we notice familiar eyes behind the masks?Still we smileWhile hope and death carry on their dialogueStill we danceThe sarabande of nihilismAdmist the ruins the jesters paradeReciting phrases of 'Godot' and 'Lear'Yet something's different, the play seems so realCunnung tears hide a Torquemada smileWe congregate and sit hand in handaround the table of anachronismAnd we form the allianve with gestures of habit,Carrying on the same old way...
