[ti:The Measure]
[ar:SycAmour]
[al:Indulgence: A Saga Of Lights]
[tool:LrcMaker]
[00:18.101]Fuck;Again.
[00:19.940]I want to be a man.
[00:21.684]But I love all the sin and the cigarette ash.
[00:25.572]Black lips; Amen.
[00:27.444]I want to be a saint.
[00:29.580]But I love all the darkness, lights just burn my skin.
[00:34.940]Let me in. Let me in.
[00:38.804]I can make em understand; I can be your favorite;
[00:42.612]Lover. Under all the blood and cement.
[00:46.500]I know can be the sun, I can see the lights;
[00:54.497]Flickering above your sanctuary.
[00:58.065]Guide children of the night into the vultures’ den.
[01:06.495]Fluorescent white light beams through window Frames to lie to mankind.
[01:14.548]Deaf, dumb and blind, all fall in line, in time to worship the sun.
[01:24.540]But it’s cold outside.
[01:27.244]Won't you come in?
[01:30.220]What is the measure of a man who
[01:32.748]Used to believe in something; used to believe I’d Change everything but
[01:37.716]I can’t remember why.
[01:41.180]Now I can’t find the time to light this fire behind my eyes.
[01:46.252]Oh, what’s to show;
[01:48.772]A million-and-one love-lost souls?
[01:53.102]You wanted control.
[01:55.780]But we both know:
[02:00.652]We’ll thrive where you can’t see the lights.
[02:03.020]Drug obsessed. 6 o’clock, stimulants.
[02:05.892]I need my medication. Pump it in my veins doctor.
[02:11.228]Am I an actor? My stage falling apart.
[02:14.428]But I can't see the sun. I can feel my heart.
[02:20.476]Oh, what’s to show;
[02:22.884]A million-and-one love-lost souls?
[02:26.980]You wanted control.
[02:28.948]But we both know:
[02:34.596]We’ll thrive where you can’t see the lights.
[02:36.900]Never been alive a day in my life
[02:38.044]Tried to find god but we’re running out of time
[02:44.271]Never really thought that I could trust you
[02:45.991]Come to find out that’s all that I can do
[02:51.447]
[02:52.599]I want to die.
[02:55.031]Spill my life-force, watch it drain out of my veins.
[03:01.047]I’m to blame.
[03:03.031]Pain derived from my self-righteous poetry.
[03:09.191]I want to die.
[03:11.055]Spill my life-force, watch it drain out of my veins.
[03:16.847]I’m to blame.
[03:18.935]Pain derived from my self-righteous poetry.
[03:26.287]What is the measure of a man who
[03:29.247]Used to believe in something; used to believe I’d Change everything but
[03:34.111]I can’t remember why.
[03:37.183]Now I can’t find the time to light this fire behind my eyes.
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