The Pope's Egg Hat Lyrics
| Song | The Pope's Egg Hat |
| Artist | Rozz Williams |
| Album | Dream Home Heartache |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Rekvelt, Williams | |
| Not caring, truly blinded | |
| I leave this box with twisted face | |
| And everything you ever wanted, white, against glass | |
| Dead as names from bellies tightened | |
| Something must be done about this | |
| They have robbed us of a cheapened life | |
| Permit us only a sense of pity, brought on by brutality | |
| And unconcerned eyes | |
| Lives in squalor, sick, or in prison | |
| The doors, old gain, all night, caught nothing | |
| A member of that body, that one-minded memory alone | |
| No razor nor fermented liquids in fulgent power | |
| Shall gain dominion over death | |
| Fast-moving, crazy, wandering | |
| Nature's mutation of ghastly fate | |
| Heavy canvas holding cave-like drip-rot | |
| One hand whines in deep space-time, | |
| Halfway down my death watch ticks | |
| This sermon of agony draws all my attention away from the years | |
| No great outcry of bodies in godless commotion | |
| Look at their dauntless courage to this good news | |
| Black night hearts leading them astray | |
| And these heroic deeds done in leaping blaze | |
| Across centuries of mental ascent | |
| Should we resign such human frailties? | |
| As in heaven's tongue, confess | |
| And if this outline is a blueprint of fear, turn away | |
| Seeds spilt then altered by day-frowning signs | |
| Yellow slowly in smolders | |
| Do we not occupy such thrones? | |
| The proof of scars catching man in his own trap of salvation | |
| It is the positive core of checks and balances | |
| It is not in fire's abrogated fate | |
| Is it a stirring reaffirmation of hope's final warfare? | |
| Are we not restrained in mourning starred indulgence? | |
| Standing at the gate, slave as royal shift | |
| A smear of wasp-sized jewels glitter madly | |
| As the throat is cut from ear to ear | |
| Ever widening circles engulf these molten days | |
| So that love and mercy might walk in newness | |
| Active faith, a unity we know must never be broken | |
| On the other hand, you are a brother of foreign land | |
| A green-eyed monster | |
| All of you sheep, not lords but servants | |
| Separated from the sphere of truth before sin | |
| And we shall view the resurrection of the dead, | |
| Come to know the end of human foldings | |
| A graceless life, already spent | |
| And leaf of evening rains | |
| One crack in this otherwise seamless egg |
| zuo qu : Rekvelt, Williams | |
| Not caring, truly blinded | |
| I leave this box with twisted face | |
| And everything you ever wanted, white, against glass | |
| Dead as names from bellies tightened | |
| Something must be done about this | |
| They have robbed us of a cheapened life | |
| Permit us only a sense of pity, brought on by brutality | |
| And unconcerned eyes | |
| Lives in squalor, sick, or in prison | |
| The doors, old gain, all night, caught nothing | |
| A member of that body, that oneminded memory alone | |
| No razor nor fermented liquids in fulgent power | |
| Shall gain dominion over death | |
| Fastmoving, crazy, wandering | |
| Nature' s mutation of ghastly fate | |
| Heavy canvas holding cavelike driprot | |
| One hand whines in deep spacetime, | |
| Halfway down my death watch ticks | |
| This sermon of agony draws all my attention away from the years | |
| No great outcry of bodies in godless commotion | |
| Look at their dauntless courage to this good news | |
| Black night hearts leading them astray | |
| And these heroic deeds done in leaping blaze | |
| Across centuries of mental ascent | |
| Should we resign such human frailties? | |
| As in heaven' s tongue, confess | |
| And if this outline is a blueprint of fear, turn away | |
| Seeds spilt then altered by dayfrowning signs | |
| Yellow slowly in smolders | |
| Do we not occupy such thrones? | |
| The proof of scars catching man in his own trap of salvation | |
| It is the positive core of checks and balances | |
| It is not in fire' s abrogated fate | |
| Is it a stirring reaffirmation of hope' s final warfare? | |
| Are we not restrained in mourning starred indulgence? | |
| Standing at the gate, slave as royal shift | |
| A smear of waspsized jewels glitter madly | |
| As the throat is cut from ear to ear | |
| Ever widening circles engulf these molten days | |
| So that love and mercy might walk in newness | |
| Active faith, a unity we know must never be broken | |
| On the other hand, you are a brother of foreign land | |
| A greeneyed monster | |
| All of you sheep, not lords but servants | |
| Separated from the sphere of truth before sin | |
| And we shall view the resurrection of the dead, | |
| Come to know the end of human foldings | |
| A graceless life, already spent | |
| And leaf of evening rains | |
| One crack in this otherwise seamless egg |
| zuò qǔ : Rekvelt, Williams | |
| Not caring, truly blinded | |
| I leave this box with twisted face | |
| And everything you ever wanted, white, against glass | |
| Dead as names from bellies tightened | |
| Something must be done about this | |
| They have robbed us of a cheapened life | |
| Permit us only a sense of pity, brought on by brutality | |
| And unconcerned eyes | |
| Lives in squalor, sick, or in prison | |
| The doors, old gain, all night, caught nothing | |
| A member of that body, that oneminded memory alone | |
| No razor nor fermented liquids in fulgent power | |
| Shall gain dominion over death | |
| Fastmoving, crazy, wandering | |
| Nature' s mutation of ghastly fate | |
| Heavy canvas holding cavelike driprot | |
| One hand whines in deep spacetime, | |
| Halfway down my death watch ticks | |
| This sermon of agony draws all my attention away from the years | |
| No great outcry of bodies in godless commotion | |
| Look at their dauntless courage to this good news | |
| Black night hearts leading them astray | |
| And these heroic deeds done in leaping blaze | |
| Across centuries of mental ascent | |
| Should we resign such human frailties? | |
| As in heaven' s tongue, confess | |
| And if this outline is a blueprint of fear, turn away | |
| Seeds spilt then altered by dayfrowning signs | |
| Yellow slowly in smolders | |
| Do we not occupy such thrones? | |
| The proof of scars catching man in his own trap of salvation | |
| It is the positive core of checks and balances | |
| It is not in fire' s abrogated fate | |
| Is it a stirring reaffirmation of hope' s final warfare? | |
| Are we not restrained in mourning starred indulgence? | |
| Standing at the gate, slave as royal shift | |
| A smear of waspsized jewels glitter madly | |
| As the throat is cut from ear to ear | |
| Ever widening circles engulf these molten days | |
| So that love and mercy might walk in newness | |
| Active faith, a unity we know must never be broken | |
| On the other hand, you are a brother of foreign land | |
| A greeneyed monster | |
| All of you sheep, not lords but servants | |
| Separated from the sphere of truth before sin | |
| And we shall view the resurrection of the dead, | |
| Come to know the end of human foldings | |
| A graceless life, already spent | |
| And leaf of evening rains | |
| One crack in this otherwise seamless egg |
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