Thrice lyrics : "A Subtle Dagger"
known since we were born, the truth that’s found in all we see points to
design, still our chests swell, we’ll never find true answers from a wishing
well. So feed us all another lie, to still our thoughts, appease our pride so we
won’t have to change the way we see, we live, we love, we die. Our lusts
precede our blasphemy, our logic reads like notes from tainted autopsy. Our
souls they speak of something more, but we can’t look beyond ourselves, we
implore empty skies because our hearts hold room for no one else. We extend our
claws to grasp at shadows of the ideals we have lost, casualties of a subtle
dagger buried to the hilt in our heart, blood on our hands
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