Lyrics:
Look upon me for I am the end incarnate
I am the vulture that feeds on the eyes of children
The last breath of the fading, poisoned vial
the same as how
You were raised
By the scorn and scars you fight
To be free
So just call out for my name
And I'll call out
Sweet child there's more to love
We'll all be together in the end
If every moment is a memory
A faded photograph of days gone by
Can I take a little piece of you with me
For when I leave
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
But to scoff and scorn
The builders rejected stones
Where is Your Love?
Where is Your Love?
Is there a use for Your hands and heart?
You plot and ploy
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow - willow
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing all a green willow –
I have been lying under a pillow of dreams
And feeling moments of swimming in cream
This is the start of the end, goodbye
Hours of facing my
find us
They're gonna find us oh some day
You and me at the dark end of the street you and me
And when the daylight hours roll around
And by
scorn in your eyes
Been out all night, gonna tell you no lies
Stopped in one place, heard them singin' a song
Heard them singin' a song
Like a lonely
The candle burns, the end nears
As thirst for life disappears
Sardonic anthem, harmony of scorn
The crucifixion, the cord of death's torn
Salvation unseen by
in a home?"
Say, do you wanna get married
And put an end to our endless regressive tendency to scorn?
Provincial concepts like your dowry and your
Dancing in the dark Till the tune ends,
We're dancing in the dark and it soon ends,
We're waltzing in the wonder of why we're here,
Time hurries
The wisdom of generations suffers, suffocating by obtuseness
When iniquity holds justice in scorn and good will has no power to defeat the evil in man
There's no path to follow
There's no path to follow
There's a line in the sand
Put there by a man
By a man whose children
Will built castles
Dancing in the dark Till the tune ends,
We're dancing in the dark and it soon ends,
We're waltzing in the wonder of why we're here,
Time hurries
medical scorn
I rave as I dismember my bloodstained axe strikes
Enslavement to sickness ... my loathe boils deep inside
Mesmerized by the stench of rot
rusts from my malnourished blood
Taken from hard works day but with the heretics pay
You see them but only in red
These corpses end up in full spread
The Final Boss I Am The Catalyst (2x)
I . . Wasn’t Born . . With This Wrath . .
Or This Toxic Nature
I . . Embody Scorn . . Now Feel My Wrath . .
deadpan stare
Long for worth in dying oceans
To never unearth
By the scorn of weakness lay me to rest
Rip away the flesh we scarred with god
And scour our
have become
A boundless black oasis
Consuming swelling scorn
A helpless apparition
Refusing to make right
What's been destroyed by your hand
And laid within a manger upon this blessed morn
To which His Mother Mary did nothing take in scorn
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
Oh,
It seems the wounds will never heal
But under the whips and scorn of Time
Every Empire will decline
Soldiers in line and Gods up high
One by one they
I gotta do right by my fucking people yeah
If he want me to kill him
I'll shoot him like a free throw yeah
Age don't matter, spread your brain
Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw, Dennis DeYoung
I am the modren man
With this guitar in hand
I'll do my best and try
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