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boole - anachron كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
here in munich at st. paul
three sin bells bellow fear’s call
unstable like babel, overlooked by god
razed in his name, a frightening rod
and yet, i’m awed

[verse 2]
an aged likeness, an ego vane
these nicely vice gripping men of fame, a
slight abomination, but, well, more a culmination of the
quiet desperations, of their hilted, gilded souls

[verse 3]
our true altars are lovers eyes
have we faltеred at feeling why
stealing back our birthright, n0ble sight of god
kneel, ign0blе thieves of the frightening rod
who [else?] owns the sky?

[verse 4]
structure__a tincture ill distilled by time
equal parts nostalgia, mass neuralgia, and blindness
a coining for anointing, by a compromised adjoining
a warning to the mourning, that their fire requires adorning
[pre_chorus]
the perjury of all is complete and fallen
here in the house of stolen callings…

[chorus]
truth is a hologram
as mercury in our hands
a parable, arable land
that cannot be sown

living my own time
reclaiming this soul of mine
embattling babylon
in maddening anachron

truth is a hologram
as mercury in our hands
a parable, arable land
that cannot be sown

living my own time
reclaiming this soul of mine
embattling babylon
in maddening anachron

[verse 5]
i am nothing to st. paul
by an unholy roll call__
a rife abomination, evil wh0res, a culmination, of the
viral infestation of their welded, shielded souls
fear…is not love
[verse 6]
and so the master work of man, has been the
slow demise of this disaster plan
i repeat myself because it bears repeating:
all real vision lies in nature’s reading

…(so) the master work of man, has been the
slow demise of this disaster plan
i repeat myself because it bears repeating:
all real vision lies in nature’s reading

[“we don’t understand”? x15]

[pre_chorus]
god’s vain vision lies before us, fallen
here in the house of stolen callings…

[chorus]
truth is a hologram
as mercury in our hands
a parable, arable land
that cannot be sown

living my own time
reclaiming this soul of mine
embattling babylon
in maddening anachron
truth is a hologram
as mercury in our hands
a parable, arable land
that cannot be sown

living my own time
reclaiming this soul of mine
embattling babylon
in maddening anachron

[reprise]
clarity’s heresy
in chiseling charity
this is the crux we bear
our eden is everywhere

living my own time
reclaiming this soul of mine
embattling babylon
in maddening anachron

- boole

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