Museé Mécanique - Nothing Glorious Тексты

Are you still
Running scared,
Scrolling fingers
Through your pretty hair?
What's it like
To bear a crown
And have your powers
Be absorbed by friend?

The shifting streets
Below our feet
The season's riddance
So we could dance out every beat

With masks of pride
In every case
We scarcely knew
What we held in our hands

Now you're asking what's to grieve,
Waiting for a golden seal
Was it faith, or was it sorrow
It's fun you end this lonely here

Clear is skin
And nearly sin
Gathering hours in this game
That you can't win

So ride your shame
Sleep here still
Until the eyes of oblivion fill