Fall softly by my side,
Ask me why I feel.
Sing the sound of your heart
And learn the value of mine that you steal.
The truth begs a sort of compliance,
The false brings a sort of discord.
The night brings a sort of silence,
But tonight I sing of reward.
I follow the sound through the end
To see a destination,
I find only a cave in the forest
That is filled with desolation.
Sing solace, sing cheer;
Sing worry and fear.
A song to allure the public,
You make yourself its puppet.
Feb 10, 2012
Feb 10, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
Fall softly by my side,
Ask me why I feel.
Sing the sound of your heart
And learn the value of mine that you steal.
The truth begs a sort of compliance,
The false brings a sort of discord.
The night brings a sort of silence,
But tonight I sing of reward.
I follow the sound through the end
To see a destination,
I find only a cave in the forest
That is filled with desolation.
Sing solace, sing cheer;
Sing worry and fear.
A song to allure the public,
You make yourself its puppet.
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