Song | A Banquet For Traitors |
Artist | Oh, Sleeper |
Album | Son Of The Morning |
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These feet are so far from clean | |
I’m undeserving of the strength, the strength in your arms used to save me | |
But years passed when | |
I saw Eve next to me | |
She’s wrapped in low-cut, dripping sensuality | |
I remember the host, but it’s been so long since we spoke | |
My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish | |
But I sit at a banquet for traitors, placed here between a thief and a liar | |
Just run, you can hold perfection in your arms as | |
I slip But | |
I’ll make you the god of a liar, because | |
I’ve been both a saint and a viper | |
I’ll make you the god of a liar | |
I am a lie, just like the traitors that cry for forgiving replies but keep their grips held tight | |
Though my eye’s on | |
Eve, you’re ready to bleed as if | |
I’m royalty, but | |
I am no king. | |
I am no king | |
His life spilled like a tide so divine | |
It was a blood-soaked feast that never ceased as his veins dripped empty | |
With such violent grace, the waves hit my face and in painful clarity | |
I turned fearfully, | |
What makes you think you can deserve me? | |
What makes you think you can deserve me? | |
My host fell to his knees as paling lips pushed his plea | |
My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish | |
But I sit at a banquet for traitors, placed here between a thief and a liar | |
Just run, you can hold perfection in your arms as | |
I slip But | |
I’ll make you the god of a liar because | |
I’ve been both a saint and a viper | |
By grace uneven at the banquet portrayed through death, this life is saved | |
I am no king. | |
I am no… Open your eyes, child, your sea is changing |
These feet are so far from clean | |
I' m undeserving of the strength, the strength in your arms used to save me | |
But years passed when | |
I saw Eve next to me | |
She' s wrapped in lowcut, dripping sensuality | |
I remember the host, but it' s been so long since we spoke | |
My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish | |
But I sit at a banquet for traitors, placed here between a thief and a liar | |
Just run, you can hold perfection in your arms as | |
I slip But | |
I' ll make you the god of a liar, because | |
I' ve been both a saint and a viper | |
I' ll make you the god of a liar | |
I am a lie, just like the traitors that cry for forgiving replies but keep their grips held tight | |
Though my eye' s on | |
Eve, you' re ready to bleed as if | |
I' m royalty, but | |
I am no king. | |
I am no king | |
His life spilled like a tide so divine | |
It was a bloodsoaked feast that never ceased as his veins dripped empty | |
With such violent grace, the waves hit my face and in painful clarity | |
I turned fearfully, | |
What makes you think you can deserve me? | |
What makes you think you can deserve me? | |
My host fell to his knees as paling lips pushed his plea | |
My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish | |
But I sit at a banquet for traitors, placed here between a thief and a liar | |
Just run, you can hold perfection in your arms as | |
I slip But | |
I' ll make you the god of a liar because | |
I' ve been both a saint and a viper | |
By grace uneven at the banquet portrayed through death, this life is saved | |
I am no king. | |
I am no Open your eyes, child, your sea is changing |
These feet are so far from clean | |
I' m undeserving of the strength, the strength in your arms used to save me | |
But years passed when | |
I saw Eve next to me | |
She' s wrapped in lowcut, dripping sensuality | |
I remember the host, but it' s been so long since we spoke | |
My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish | |
But I sit at a banquet for traitors, placed here between a thief and a liar | |
Just run, you can hold perfection in your arms as | |
I slip But | |
I' ll make you the god of a liar, because | |
I' ve been both a saint and a viper | |
I' ll make you the god of a liar | |
I am a lie, just like the traitors that cry for forgiving replies but keep their grips held tight | |
Though my eye' s on | |
Eve, you' re ready to bleed as if | |
I' m royalty, but | |
I am no king. | |
I am no king | |
His life spilled like a tide so divine | |
It was a bloodsoaked feast that never ceased as his veins dripped empty | |
With such violent grace, the waves hit my face and in painful clarity | |
I turned fearfully, | |
What makes you think you can deserve me? | |
What makes you think you can deserve me? | |
My host fell to his knees as paling lips pushed his plea | |
My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish | |
But I sit at a banquet for traitors, placed here between a thief and a liar | |
Just run, you can hold perfection in your arms as | |
I slip But | |
I' ll make you the god of a liar because | |
I' ve been both a saint and a viper | |
By grace uneven at the banquet portrayed through death, this life is saved | |
I am no king. | |
I am no Open your eyes, child, your sea is changing |