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Anubis
Anubis
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert James Moulding
Robert James Moulding
Songwriter
David Andrew Eaton
David Andrew Eaton
Songwriter
Steven John Eaton
Steven John Eaton
Songwriter

Lyrics

It's a grim realisation when sowing the seed The fortune of legacy is not guaranteed The drastic corrections that you execute Will cost you in progress of your favoured roots The selfish corruption in your history A deadly black poison that flows through the tree Counting the blessings you think you can see But you can't change your legacy You'll make amends Orchestrate to change your fate Try outlast, deny the past At your expense Feel the consequence The footprints you walk upon belong to you Your ancestors comfortably wore the same shoes The torch that is handed down causes you pain Backlash that burns as you blow out the flame Changing your life while the ripples remain The ends that you're seeking are hard to obtain Finally painting the picture you seek, But you can't change your legacy You'll make amends Orchestrate to change your fate Try outlast, deny the past At your expense Feel the consequence In the end Follow the road Try and find Where it began And that is where You realise... (Everyday is moving forward) All you do is stagger- (Clutching at your back) You'll never reach the silent dagger. (Digesting all the secrets) Your mind keeps swallowing (But the humble pie is open) And the birds begin to sing (The words I hear you saying) They're never making sense, (The meanings in your actions) They are so much more intense (Look upon the landscape) Your horizon's widening (You lost your destination) Because of all your questioning. (A family bitterness) Just a puncture from within, (If you cant stop the blood flow) Then you'd better learn to swim, (History just repeats itself) You'd better intervene (But the tiny, damaged details) They are always overseen (The way in which you build yourself) It's scarcely ethical, (The damage that you cause each day) It's hardly minimal, (As you look inside yourself) You hope to break tradition, (But the hand that fed you all these fears) It had the same ambition (Believing in the ties that bind) You'll rush to their defence, (Pretend it never happened) Blood is thicker than common sense. (Forging your foundations) In what was never there, (Trying to avoid the trap) Of being so unfair, (To make up for your impotence) You try to educate (The truth is staring back at you) It's hard to motivate. (Bang your head against the wall) You fail in your creation (To live in someone else's dream) You sense your heart's deflation. In the end You'll hold yourself In the light On the edge of time To be judged Against yourself Can you change Who you are? Or who you may have wanted to become? You'll make amends Orchestrate to change your fate Try outlast, deny the past And at your expense Feel the consequence
Writer(s): Robert James Moulding, Steven John Eaton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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