Return to Grandeur

歌詞

Strings pull our limbs to the proper places, Without restraint The day begins with confusion. aware Continue to construct amongst the pretentious puppets Hands benumb to the sensation of consciousness Swarms built to serve as copycats, In the footsteps of the wicked Eyes transfixed, hailed to monotony Of the moments we forge, conviction holds us high Above the infection of time. Return to the voice of grandeur Cut the strings and sing your song of rapture. In love with the creation of lifeless bodies, Forbidden to taste the truth The sharpest needles feel like the dullest of words, Spoken without passion Begin to self absorb the reasons beyond reason