Heart in Hand

Det är för bedrövligt. Usch! Vem fan är du? Take it as a threat now and leave Drop of toxins flows to a habit Tell me what it is you can't see Teeth grinding flesh in the sabbat Factual drowning stream, you believe Slaves will follow conspiracy Turn the locks on brother and kin Murder lust on affinity War in utopia Slay cornucopia for symmetry The parody is real And we're biding time And while losing ground, make sure to worship monarchy Death is but a story in a land of borrowed wealth The burdened scale weighs heavy with the hunt for dopamine Intolerance disguised as a faith In secrecy we shun empathy Soul critique online far too late A throne for the devout enemy War in utopia Slay cornucopia for symmetry The parody is real And we're biding time And while losing ground, make sure to worship monarchy Death is but a story in a land of borrowed wealth The burdened scale weighs heavy with the hunt for dopamine When I was young So, so much younger than today It seemed easier to lead your life There was no time to surrender And no reason to perceive The burden of pain As it passed through our lives every year somehow And it never (really) went away Yet behind my door Was a kingdom A secret outline showed the way To treasures of clay And beads made of glass --- Heart in Hand - Opeth