Censorship - Wovenwar
What will we take
What will we take
Give a man more than his due he'll laud you all his days
But give him less than he mused oh god you're an idol waste
What will finally earn your grace
Are you not entertained
When your expectations ride on the back of promised lies
Knowing your worth is almost a curse that leaves you high and dry
What of ends long pursued scaled and weighed for praise
Heart regressed to follow suit the art has lost its way
What will finally earn your grace
Are you not entertained
When your expectations ride on the back of promised lies
Knowing your worth is almost a curse that leaves you high and dry
When your expectations ride on the back of promised lies
Knowing your worth is almost a curse that leaves you high and dry
Leaves you high and dry
Tell me what's the point of this
What's the point
What's the point
I'm lost in censorship
I'm lost in censorship
Tell me what's the point of this
What's the point
What's the point
I am lost
When your expectations ride on the back of promised lies
Knowing your worth is almost a curse that leaves you high and dry
When your expectations ride on the back of promised lies
Knowing your worth is almost a curse that leaves you high and dry
What will we take
What will we take
Are you not entertained