Prone Mortal Form Lyrics by Only Living Witness
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Who's at the helm
Of the purge that looms?
Should I bother trying to see
Outside of this room?
I can tell you now, I'll be left behind
On that fabled day
When the beggars will ride

The distant, crushing call to continue
Makes a heart sink willingly
Into a chemical bath
Every insecurity reminds you
Of the voice determining your choice of path

Believe me now, I'll be left behind
On that fabled day when the beggars will ride

If I champion misfortune, is it just
Just an extension of
Dismantling a pale facade
My disdain for convention
Who's at the helm   Of the purge that looms?   Should I bother trying to see   Outside of this room?   I can tell you now, I'll be left behind   On that fabled day   When the beggars will ride      The distant, crushing call to continue   Makes a heart sink willingly   Into a chemical bath   Every insecurity reminds you   Of the voice determining your choice of path      Believe me now, I'll be left behind   On that fabled day when the beggars will ride      If I champion misfortune, is it just   Just an extension of   Dismantling a pale facade   My disdain for convention
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