RISHLOO - El Empe lyrics

One more charlatan goes mute
Safe in these halls, discreetly
I hold out for the rare
When the silence is golden
Beg to join me here

Too late, too late, too late
Too late, too late, too late now to be
Self-redeemed for all of these dreams
That you've wound tightly
Remain enthralled as breathing stalls the
Course of your mind
And join the line to march in
Time right back with your flock
Hollow minds stalk ropeless gallows in
Turn to idle unimmersed
Where eager eyes and sameness strangles
Concern and fashion murders worth

Hey, you there on the outside
You there on the fault line
Will you save us from emotion?
Will you save us from the cold tide?

Fuck you, you fool
With your hand-me down views
And your valley of
Counterpoint bullshit excuse
You wouldn't have a word if
I hadn't said it first
So cup your little seed and beg, beggar, beg
Beg until you cannot speak

I hold out for the rare
When the silence is golden
Beg to join me here or stay where you stand
There to deny all your faults
And beg to join me here

Peace now fools to trace your muse
Beyond the failing hand