Hear, can you hear them coming?
The voracious hounds surround
There's no sense running
No hiding out, they will hunt me down
Life worth living for the taste of fear
A trail of tears leads them near
Scents of my flesh ripping
But I'm still here
Excavate my earth, exhume my corpses
Parading your dismay of a face contorted
I lead them to rest, you attempt new life
To display your virtue, garner the eyes
Let it die
Let it die young
Let it die young
Behind the glass, barricade yourself free
Strong in isolation, weak upon your feet
Reinvent yourself an effigy
Painted face, a guarded place to force your beliefs
Paragon, from a distance
You just play a part in your own fiction
Paragon, from a distance
You tell anyone who will listen
From afar, a quintessential being
Your facade is your existence
You dare not to swim in your salt and your sulfur
High above the ruinous faults of your brothers
Give them something they can turn to
Human un-being
The world will look upon you and learn nothing
Nothing
Let the graves be graves
Let the graves, be graves
Are you searching
For your life at their gallows?
Are you searching
For your light in their shadows?
Paragon from a distance
You tell anyone who will listen
From afar, a quintessential being
Your facade is your existence
Ripped apart by corruption and power
Breeders of hatred and subdivision of green
See you reflection?
All access to platforms to spread their disease?
In a word that's bleeding
Be a cell that clots, watch it renew
The peace comes in pieces
Let the inception of war end with you
Let it die
Let it die young
