Story Behind the Song
completely digital 16 track, done in 4 days, at entrance to hell studios.
Lyrics
the letters are written on a piece of glass
scrawled across my view.
in panoramic visions
flashing like a strobe light into my eye.
overnight success wins the fist of glory
within decades of resistance,
blocking out insecure nonsense
backward talk spins tight like a noose.
there is nothing left,
nothing that has significance.
then if not for me
what would become of this world?
this is the meaningless test.
the game thats chosen from
the back of the line,
all is hatred,
all is lovely.
the letters are written on a piece of glass,
scrawled across my view,
its in my eyes.
selective memory,
not a trace of honesty.
what would it be like,
if i died here in your arms?
you are intrieged,
the end of an era.
the legacy will live on and battle for
a million years.
for all intents and purposes,
this is a gift to you.
so wear it on your sleeve,
as a totem to the dynasty.
the letters are written on a piece of glass,
scrawled across my view,
in panoramic visions,
flashing like a strobe light
into my eye.
overnight success win the fist of glory
within decades of resistance,
blocking out the insecure nonsense.
backward talk spins tight like a noose,
when there is nothing left.
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