Tacet - Act 3: The Attrition Lyrics

So here we are, built on victorian scars
Act 3: The attrition
No show of grace in division
No statement of intent
What's your intent?

If not for my bad luck, you'd have none at all
We've learned to kill our ideas
Before they turn to dreams
And lead our mind astray

As night fell
And drew its breath
It broke it's back
The light is gone out

In this palace no lions roar
The jesters crown is bourne by a whore
Whilst a rolling skyline begs for the limelight
To shed the shadow of the mountains
The forest grows thinner in winter

Just like patience in the Arab spring
Just like patients, in that abandoned wing

We thread the threat through the truth
Too smart for our own good

Read the breeze and feel it right Beneath those feet
Something festers and needs release
It needs to dream

So let it sing