Million Dead - Gnostic Front lyrics

It's tragic to concede geothermals
To take the Deus from the Machina

What could I have done? I bowed my head and
What could I have said? I injured my neck
What must I accept? It's all or nothing
What must I reject? And I know
That in silence there is wisdom but, I know
That this beauty is marred with Peter's scars
And I know
That in this vastness is veneration
But the bone was broke when Nicaea spoke

What must I accept? What must I reject?

The beauty becomes the beauty becomes the
Beauty becomes the model becomes the
Model becomes the model becomes
The law becomes the law becomes the
Law becomes the weight becomes the
Weight becomes the
Weight becomes the wisdome

Not so far from surrendering myself
Not so far
From letting my sandcastles get washed away
Not so far from wallowing in the pity
Effaced or striking me my own damn pose

And I know that in silence there is wisdom
But, I know
That this beauty is marred with Peter's scars
And I know in this vastness is veneration
But, I know
I can't walk this road with bones broke