Distant Honor - Miracle Of Sound

Distant honor, wasted grace

Twisted pawn a face replaced

Phantom filter mask of dread

Damn the guilt my past is dead

And I wait for the night

Shadows protect my Angel in white

Time to eject these

Vain parasites

Cast out reject the

Plague in all your hearts

Cause the sad sad faces of the weary and worn

Live in bad bad places that are dreary and torn

And a distant honor calls me to your side

To be your guide

Wrapped up in your velvet sheets

Far above the hellish streets you’re

Strapped inside your wealthy keeps

Piss on corners where we sleep

This town’s paranoid

Blinking and jumping

Down in the void

A sickening dumping

Ground to avoid

The stink of the pumping

Plague in all your hearts

Cause the sad sad faces of the weary and worn

Live in bad bad places that are dreary and torn

And a distant honor calls me to your side

To be your guide

Shades of the whales in the tainted deep

Maimed and impaled in their pain they sleep

The faded and frail in the laneways weep

Broken souls in mourning

Cause the sad sad faces of the weary and worn

Live in bad bad places that are dreary and torn

And a distant honor calls me to your side

To be your guide

On rooftops hide

Be your guide

Shades of the whales in the painted deep

Maimed and impaled in their pain they sleep

The faded and frail in the laneways weep

Broken souls in mourning