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  1. Restless Ages

From the recording The Curtain is Drawn

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Lyrics

What sick domestic product has clung amongst the ramparts
What singular advantage Would that the gods had planned it
What inbred ghastly pallor does permeate a culture
How come and how persistent Would that the gods existed

Cause it seems the plague of all centuries, tough love
And we bleed, but we got a contingency, new blood
Like faith in the future could fix us

While she was at a dance hall her mind was in a deadstall
Depraved and wicked footfalls, but goddamn those boys can play ball
Dark pictures darker laughter, the trauma ever after
What souls could bear look past her, If this would only happen faster

Cause it seems the plague of all centuries, what love
And we bleed, but we got a contingency, your blood
Your faith was impeccable, so what?
Your fate was all probable, how come?

She wants to feel good again, like how she felt back then, living in a world of men
She wants to come back again, but not how it happened then, not to this world of men
She blames fires on effigies, funerals on eulogies, victims on being so weak and all this on account of your harmony

Do you call this harmony? Is this your harmony; an evil so necessary?
Is this your harmony? Do you need this for harmony? Am I your harmony? Is this evil really necessary?

Cause it seems the plague of all centuries, what love
And we bleed, but we got a contingency, new blood
Like faith in the future could fix us
Like it all culminates in some sacred love
That is brought from an entity outside of us
Like we pay for your harmony with our own