Composed by: Azm
They lay the veil down,
block the world's view;
Left with only sounds,
giving a different clue.
block the world's view;
Left with only sounds,
giving a different clue.
And the lens that's set above,
on the ceiling up so high,
watching out every move,
not a minute to sigh.
on the ceiling up so high,
watching out every move,
not a minute to sigh.
We're the captives of the demons,
ordering from the wooden stage,
roaring upon us like zoo lions,
pouring down their rage.
ordering from the wooden stage,
roaring upon us like zoo lions,
pouring down their rage.
Yet we stay silent,
paralyzed like a prey,
tired of the hypocrites,
wondering what may.
paralyzed like a prey,
tired of the hypocrites,
wondering what may.
Copyright © 2012 Azm
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