Noah Gundersen - Ouroboros lyrics
[Noah Gundersen - Ouroboros lyrics]
There’s a hole in the ceiling
Where the weather gets in
It’s been there for ages
But you try and pretend
That it’s just a reflection of
The hole in the floor
That fills up with water every
Time that it storms
Clutching a copy of "The Power of Now"
And humming your favorite song
"Isn’t she lovely, " the blind singer said
And kept on repeating
Though nobody answered him
There’s a chorus of killers
Singing outside your door
The sciеntist prophesied all that’s in store
For king and for country as
You fall on your sword
Thеn wonder at all of the blood on the floor
The essence of history, the balm of desire
The snake that keeps eating it's tail
On the sinking Titanic
The quartet kept playing as into the ocean
The pride of an empire sank
How can I tell you the secret
If I don’t remember the words?
How can we keep playing favorites
When who’s to say what we deserve?
All of our heroes are famous
But Superman died in a chair
If any among you is blameless
You can cast the first stone
But I can’t keep pretending to care
There’s a clock somewhere counting
The hours and days
That make up the memory of all our mistakes
And who’s guilty conscience will
Carry the weight of the future unwritten on
The filthiest plate?
Your humanist dogma, your Christian belief
Aren’t really that different at all
If something from somewhere is
Guiding your steps
What will you do if you’re wrong?
Where the weather gets in
It’s been there for ages
But you try and pretend
That it’s just a reflection of
The hole in the floor
That fills up with water every
Time that it storms
Clutching a copy of "The Power of Now"
And humming your favorite song
"Isn’t she lovely, " the blind singer said
And kept on repeating
Though nobody answered him
There’s a chorus of killers
Singing outside your door
The sciеntist prophesied all that’s in store
For king and for country as
You fall on your sword
Thеn wonder at all of the blood on the floor
The essence of history, the balm of desire
The snake that keeps eating it's tail
On the sinking Titanic
The quartet kept playing as into the ocean
The pride of an empire sank
How can I tell you the secret
If I don’t remember the words?
How can we keep playing favorites
When who’s to say what we deserve?
All of our heroes are famous
But Superman died in a chair
If any among you is blameless
You can cast the first stone
But I can’t keep pretending to care
There’s a clock somewhere counting
The hours and days
That make up the memory of all our mistakes
And who’s guilty conscience will
Carry the weight of the future unwritten on
The filthiest plate?
Your humanist dogma, your Christian belief
Aren’t really that different at all
If something from somewhere is
Guiding your steps
What will you do if you’re wrong?