Текст песни Sighs Of The Curator

set your wingtips on your soapbox, keep your conscience on my stash box (they'll print your face on money)
put your jackboots on my voice box, keep them focused on hollow subplots (they'll print your face on money)
give them something to wave, something to shoot, something well thought out to refute
they want to see if we're brave or just empty boots
when the pig flies blind, double check for your name on the chute
this is everything we've got (we're going nowhere)
the lies you tell to yourself are the last ones caught
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there’s no devils, no evil- sublime, only pennies for the porcine (they'll print your face on money)
give them shadows to blame, shadows to shoot
slogans sharp as a sunday suit
they’re gonna keep us afraid and eager to prove that a place in line’s worth a wink and a wave at the truth
set your wingtips on your soapbox
you're on your own
they'll print your face on money
put your jackboots on my voice box