2 acessos
We'll paint the gates gold
As the fallacies will grow old
A minor misconception
Of what once was a wise man's home
A place where the heartless can stay cold
In a town where scoundrels can be sold
In a village that preys for evil
And this is really a false attempt
A matter of false pretense
As a silhouette fills the dark lit tent
A god passes down his judgment
So you do, you like only you know, i know you can do
I hope you know you just passed the truth
It was back to your left
So take a seat in the back
Of the chariot
Grab the reins real tight
And hope that you don't forget
That decisions will be second-guessed
By those who cheer as you pass by
For you're a tree that's unique
In the forest in which you lie
And this is really a false attempt
A matter of false pretense
As a silhouette fills the dim lit tent
A god passes down his judgment
So bow your chins to the thin of your chest
Tie weights to your eyes so your head can rest
I hope you know you just passed the truth
Throw down your tattered remarks
Then signal those who signal sirens
Drive the raft to dryer land (x2)
So you do, you like only you know
I know you can do, i hope you know you just
Passed the truth