Painted shells, a papal sign
Pariah days, yester-divine
Searching for attention
And I’ve been running wild
Let the taste of salvation turn bland
Let the table of your round turn soil
I’ve been waiting for this grass to turn gold
It’s a pleasure just to simplify you
Today’s just a day to remember
The callous limits far surpass that of men
Chorus:
Oh god, all the pretty people
They come around
In this city, In this citadel
Dear god, look at all the broken people
In this city, In this citadel
A king's consort, and I absorb
A queen's remnant, which I depend
The needing and the wanting
Brought both my life and death
Let the table of my round be just
Let the taste that once was bland turn gold
I have waited upon this soil 'til grass
It’s a salvation I've pleasured for you
Today’s just a day to remember
What limits the callous falls upon these men
*Chorus*
While I hold this sand, it cuts my hand
Just to bring me some hope
My forests cement, and my castles steel
As it moves and marches
Turns color and shape
These miles away from a coffin
He knows it's slowly coming
It’s burning into flesh
Imposing it’s own will
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