To never know burn of
Fire with which you play
Your edge such art
Fortune in your birth shields
From the terror wrought in them
Sickening privilege flirts
With the evil of the lords
The hour has grown late for
Tolerance of this refuse
Your edge cuts you
In time justice will
Vacate your throne
Will you regret
Or will you descend?
Textile - Edge Lyrics
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To never know burn of
Fire with which you play
Your edge such art
Fortune in your birth shields
From the terror wrought in them
Sickening privilege flirts
With the evil of the lords
The hour has grown late for
Tolerance of this refuse
Your edge cuts you
In time justice will
Vacate your throne
Will you regret
Or will you descend?
Fire with which you play
Your edge such art
Fortune in your birth shields
From the terror wrought in them
Sickening privilege flirts
With the evil of the lords
The hour has grown late for
Tolerance of this refuse
Your edge cuts you
In time justice will
Vacate your throne
Will you regret
Or will you descend?
Writer: Ben Price
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid