Song of Defeat - Still Patient?

what you see is not what you get

you just need to find out

that what you see is not the truth

and that is all it is about

a change of view, a questioning

in the convenience of lies

for all the flams you count at day

there is a hope that slowly dies

what you say will not be heard

unless you cry for understanding

you’re free to say what you feel

unless its not too demanding

a bitter pill for an endless dream

of a world that bleeds in pain

and all the flames that light the night

show that we all are made the same

lets run away from the bitter truth of life

— just let me know

from all the things we know into the night

— when I’m free to go

lets get away from this elusive heaven

— just let me know

where the angels draw their swords to call it even

— when I’m free to go

mascara osiris

blood red moon above my hand

I try to walk I crawl instead

of breathing live, breathing air

oh baby I don’t care

now — this is gonna be the last time

now — this is gonna be my last smile

I see white women wearing mascara osiris

I see white women wearing mascara osiris

prayers out of the ebony doors

and visions in black and blue

deep sleep to fall on adam

or in the morning screams come true

now — this is gonna be the last time

now — this is gonna be my last smile

I see white women wearing mascara osiris

I see white women wearing mascara osiris

can you hear the sound?

can you feel the beat?

can you hear them playing

the sweet song of defeat?

what you need is not what you get

your dreams are swallowed by machines

and if you pray for hopes to share

they will get blown to smithereens

the only gods we worship now

are the ones who shine the most

attracted by the light we dive

into the empire of the lost

we are the children of rust

we are a sight for the gods

the pride of creation

we are the children of dust

we are the seekers of lust

a proud but breathless nation

that’s what we are

a proud but breathless nation