Age of Excuse VI

Forever uphill atop the remains Of missed chances, of hope and innocence The withered bones of those who failed But more so of those who didn't even try Bursting through the barbed thickets Sharp with guilt, deceit and shame To the petty truths buried underneath Layers and layers of drivel and mud In this day and age The litanies of overskurkens moral Are the only prayers to be heard these days And all those who dreamt about a True Revolution Got distracted by hurting each other What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves Arm in arm in this futile strife Where cards are marked and odds are little to none Hand in hand with fate worse than death Relentless in discontent In this day and age Empires get wrecked Principles get crushed Saviors get crucified History gets what? History fucking gets over it all And the assassins in rose tinted glasses At the wrong end of the tunnel of light Practitioners of paramount scorn And those who'd rig moral compass rather than bridges Behold the world and spit on it The noble and the scum of the earth Just out of some basic damned dignity In this day and age of excuse What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves Arm in arm in this futile strife Where cards are marked and odds are little to none Hand in hand with fate worse than death Relentless in discontent What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves