The Dissonance Of Discontent - Showbread

We’ve come so far, and here we are

Amidst the endless hum

No wind worth chasing, no revolution

No blazing battle drum

We laughed as we said, «the music is dead»

We’ve plucked out it’s eyes, we’ve shattered it’s head

My work is so weary so let it be said «Father, thy will be done.»

Yeah, yeah, yeah

We laughed as we said, «the music is dead»

We’ve plucked out it’s eyes, we’ve shattered it’s head

My work is so weary so let it be said «Father, thy will be done.»

Instruments make the best sounds as they’re breaking

People make the best smiles when they’re faking

Notes are shattered, blood is spattered

The night is ours for the taking

And what shall we say now that it is gone?

In ours eyes are no tears, in our hearts are no songs

And now we’ve gone pale, what was it we saw?

The beauty, the horror

Of rock that is so raw