The True Beast III Lyrics

Broken dreams, unsorted romance, miscarried outcomes and a frozen layer of dew embedding the grief.
Bitter incertitudes in thoughts tear your souls apart.
Dumbfounded by the great lie you built up so laboriously,
I have observed your sycophantic selves, sent forth into golgotha, consumed by egotism and arrogance
with a secret desire of nurture
the fantasy of being someone else

As the lords, in a state of perpetual nuisance, would blame the servants for garments too tight to fit.
They would look at the wonder they’ve built
when it collapses
hopelessly

And you behold the delusion of love for one another
as it was anything but a form of self content

Broken dreams, unsorted romance, miscarried outcomes
and a frozen layer of dew embedding the grief.
Bitter incertitudes in thoughts tear your souls apart,
I have observed the great lie
you’ve built up so disgracefully.

Behold the creation of a deception
cloaked in leaves of ambrosia,
as if it wasn't the mere and pure instinct of blind biological urge
to unify matter and spirit together,
sowing the seed of a dogma

As the lords would teach the servants
to desire an existence in gilded cages of solace.
Turpi monatti of a delirious philanthropist machine

And you behold the delusion of love for one another
as it was anything but a form of self content,
idiosyncrasy of the game, a shelter for the weak
pledge of mutual benefit, assurance for the meek