SubRosa - Fat of the Ram lyrics
[SubRosa - Fat of the Ram lyrics]
I live in a place where the horizon
Rises up to meet the sky
And a dead lake lies fallow
Underneath a burning sun
In the houses people dream what life
Would be like without a tally
In the houses people dream what
Life would be like shadowless
Cities by dead lakes and a
Million miles of barbed wire
Come to the altar and lay
Down your numb consecration
Sorrow, desolation
There's never shelter for me in
The halls of the righteous
All preserved corpses and mummified dancers
They are all gentlemen
They only kill by common consent
Everywhere I look all I see is famine
A famine of form instead of feeling
Everywhere I look all I
See are blanched bones
And a loud starvation that drowns out
The cries of the holy
There's no shelter for me in
The halls of the righteous
They're too busy anointing themselves
In their finest after all, they're gentlemen
They only kill by common consent
They are all gentlemen
They only kill by common consent
She stands like statue of a
Deer in the moonlight
Listening to the sound of a faraway
Band only she can hear
The wind pours down the
Canyons to the lakeshore
And the ancient trumpets cry
Mute applause and no perception
No perception of these
Mountains upon mountains
Rises up to meet the sky
And a dead lake lies fallow
Underneath a burning sun
In the houses people dream what life
Would be like without a tally
In the houses people dream what
Life would be like shadowless
Cities by dead lakes and a
Million miles of barbed wire
Come to the altar and lay
Down your numb consecration
Sorrow, desolation
There's never shelter for me in
The halls of the righteous
All preserved corpses and mummified dancers
They are all gentlemen
They only kill by common consent
Everywhere I look all I see is famine
A famine of form instead of feeling
Everywhere I look all I
See are blanched bones
And a loud starvation that drowns out
The cries of the holy
There's no shelter for me in
The halls of the righteous
They're too busy anointing themselves
In their finest after all, they're gentlemen
They only kill by common consent
They are all gentlemen
They only kill by common consent
She stands like statue of a
Deer in the moonlight
Listening to the sound of a faraway
Band only she can hear
The wind pours down the
Canyons to the lakeshore
And the ancient trumpets cry
Mute applause and no perception
No perception of these
Mountains upon mountains