The Penultimate Year Songtext
von Hellions

For the pipe dreams of that luminance in alley glint
Shut to a loathsome tight, hearts that teach us temperament
We′ve come to draw the line, to wash the slate's intelligence
From the contrived
For a gentleman, soaked in bone and gin
Doing anything to avoid his end
While the born writers, drive a pen to the page
The charlatans preach the anathema kinesthete
I won′t pick to pieces what I don't understand
But I know the new power, the pride makes the man
Forfeit conjecture, relinquish your fear
Set alarm to the banal, the metier
Fear draws near, always weighs down
To a family underground, and he'll lose his ground
Cause he′s not so much his father′s son
More a product of his father's battles won
On the blood, sweat, tears, dried through all these years
To a bloodline replete with musical pioneers A son
A son
I won′t pick to pieces what I don't understand
But I know the new power, the pride makes the man
Forfeit conjecture, relinquish your fear
Set alarm to the banal, the metier
My heart is heavy, burdened with the weight
Of good men and women, who could have been great
A moment in a train, Ian, will change your mind
And an hour, will change your life
Wake up, take a chance, take a step out your door
Fuck the money, fuck the fame, though we can still change the world
Fuck the cardinals, charlatans, all of the throngs
Until the bigotry unravels and reveals the motes
Fuck it
Wake up, now, take a step out your door
Wake up, now, take a step out your door