Emotional Terrorist
Thou
4:08At last, at last, at last, at last As we plunge into abscess Blighted spirits, so bereft Shameful weeping, voices echo From the bottom of a well Can you hear the cries? Can you hear the cries? Can you hear the cries? Can you hear the cries of worn out phrases? (From listless gazes) pretentious lingering (in childish phases) The heartless hand, the empty gestures Pitiful searching for hollow pleasures At last, at last, at last, at last Can you hear the cries? Can you hear the cries? Can you hear the cries? Can you hear the cries? Lost in a palace of mirrors Staring at infinite reflections Gazing back, gazing back Too near to see the mark of shame Lost in empty dialectics The art of building up and tearing down Of discussing all things And accomplishing nothing Of compromised ideals Of friendships abandoned Our works substandard Our principles meandering So speak our names as a warning As a curse, as a failure, failure At last, it's time to die At last, it's time to die At last, it's time to die At last, it's time to die At last, it's time to die At last, it's time to die At last, it's time to die At last, it's time to die At last, it's time to die At last, it's time to die At last, it's time to die At last, it's time to die At last, so die At last, so die At last, so die At last, so die At last, so die At last, so die At last, so die At last, so die At last, so die At last, so die At last, so die At last, so die