Complexion Letra

and the tyrant's awaking from his sleep
all the servants are making his conscience weak
manifesting the sickly de-volution of decay
all rise for the resurrection
the art of nothing men
is just a bleak complexion
only formed within
and i consider the feelings i had before
when my freedom was beaten and sold and whored
to the mercenary pallid trite complexion of decay
you're afloat but you haven't found the sea
and i need to be colder - but it's not in me
to believe in the worthless coalition of decay