distant honor wasted grace twisted pawn a face replaced phantom filter mask of dread damn the guilt my past is dead and i wait for the night shadows protect my angel in white time to eject these vain parasites cast out reject the plague in all your hearts cause the sad sad faces of the weary and worn live in bad bad places that are dreary and torn and a distant honor calls me to your side to be your guide wrapped up in your velvet sheets far above the hellish streets you re strapped inside your wealthy keeps piss on corners where we sleep and this town s paranoid blinking and jumping down in the void a sickening dumping ground to avoid the stink of the pumping plague in all your hearts cause the sad sad faces of the weary and worn live in bad bad places that are dreary and torn and a distant honor calls me to your side to be your guide shades of the whales in the tainted deep maimed and impaled in their pain they sleep the faded and frail in the laneways weep broken souls in mourning and the sad sad faces of the weary and worn live in bad bad places that are dreary and torn and a distant honor calls me to your side to be your guide on rooftops hide be your guide shades of the whales in the painted deep maimed and impaled in their pain they sleep the faded and frail in the laneways weep broken souls in mourning
['irish metal']