Hidden in this word, you don’t face me
Day breaks the moment you utter his name
In this hour of ours the reign has told us to fold
To every fallen power
To every known not given in
To every urge in lieu of long lasting meaning
Devil making work for idle hands
What is this light you’re speaking of?
Is this what I’m owed, based on the lowest rung?
Inescapable habits never lighten my day
Inexcusable highs we never sign off
An excessive mind no longer ringing the bell
Don’t try me
No, don’t try my will
To every fallen power
To every known not given in
To every urge in lieu of long lasting meaning
Devil making work for idle hands
What is this light you’re speaking of?
Is this what I’m owed, based on the lowest rung?
Day breaks the moment you utter his name
When the reign has told us to fold
Long lasting meaning
Devil making work for idle hands
What is this light you’re speaking of?
Is this what I’m owed, based on the lowest rung?
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