Lyrics:
The Wagoner’s Lad
In old North Carolina I was bred and was born
And in my own country I was a great scorn
As I was a riding one morning in May
I met
a cooled down shadowland
A fitting survival by chance
Existence emerged unlooked for
Even in the plunge to darkness
In starlight and in immense depths
swagger was her dagger; she sashayed my way and gave me her math told me told to call her. I lured into her trap. Hypnotize by beauty this short cutie said
asset
Immaterial, material, death by debt
Blinded by greed termination damnation
They got everything to lose
It's all taken by the bank
Drowning in booze
The Lone son of God; And God
What a mystery
Birthed by young virgin
Named Mary
All the vision's seen and spoken by our prophets of old
Told of Nazareth
Would
enemy, beautiful
I send my scorn and ridicule
You're not innocent
No, not innocent
No one's innocent
My nation's grand
Your name's not on any signs
hard to see
But you know when you're there
On the bottom words are shallow
The surface talk is cheap
You can only judge the distance by the company
place"
They capcorder certified A-1 blue
Ribbon sucker pride
To be preserved mammoth out glacier
Run away by prize with broken dignity
These wooden wings
of the present
Fear of the future
Septic schizo [Repeat: x3]
Stained by blood on the face
I see that my life goes by in front of me
As an old movie. I feel
Images on the sidewalk
Speak of dream's descent
Washed away by the storms
To graves of cynical lament
Dirty canvases to call my own
Protest
spit of scorn
Invisible king, dying
Procession of woe, struck down by sorrow
A burden so great
Weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs
The swift
And laid within a manger upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary did nothing take in scorn
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh,
Simon Diamond sold his soul
Changed his name by deed poll
Started out as Simon Russell
Lived his life inside a nutshell
Oooh ooooh Oooooooh
brow
Scorn in her eyes
Her back to the cries
We spit upon the life
That never was
And here we stand
In old England's land
The rose is choked
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
Kept warm by the light of the lantern
Lost sight of everything tonight
My presence blackens their pattern
A pock in the healthy and calm
Their
Cleansed was I from deceitful grace
Yet, put to scorn was I
By those unclean
Enslaved by ignorance
They blindly spat upon the deity of hate
Awake is
In a realm governed by gods scorn
Absorbed in solitudes deep
Where men and beast are one
Deads disturbed in eternal peace
There is a town
Persecute the ones
The innocent are overcome
I won't accept your scorn
You won't accept the norm
I sense your anger
The pain that burns inside
Early in the mornin' alarm clocks are ringing
My bags are packed 'cause we're leaving today
Defending our freedom by sea twenty-four seven
The boys
Scorn
Callously discarded
Into the river of Acheron
Submerged beyond ascension
Breaking through the surface tension
Eyes wide open to the bottom
Swept by new faith, life fades away
For the new beginning
Blood thirst fueling adrenaline
Violence by inverse volition
Casted from his mortal shell
The enthroned martyr embraced the scorn.
An endless thirst of blood possesses you.
Deafening voices that conquer your mind.
Spread the disease among thy men .
puppeteers are pushing and pushing their scorn
From overseas while your bloody clown cooks up a storm
The Cold War never ended hence the diplomacy porn
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