To The Gods That Walk Among Us - The Ghost Of Lemora

Carve the pain and start again,

Keep up the reputation.

Hide the marks and be the spark

In any situation.

Set the sight, a perfect night,

The mental degradation.

Trouble caused to wild applause,

The trials and tribulations.

Freed from strife, a troubled life

In the hands of our living gods.

A simple glance, dreams of romance,

They hold the cards.

Stomach churns, the nicotine burns,

hand-to-mouth existence.

We’re legally caged, slave to the wage,

Bow to the Man’s insistence.

In solitude cannot intrude

Those fantasies of kinship.

Build the shrine, frozen in time.

Iconoclastic worship.

Lord the stage, the senses rage

Songs that give direction.

Fulfil the need, preach the creed

To the congregation.

Freed from strife, a troubled, life

In the hands of our living gods.

A simple glance, dreams of romance,

The hold the cards.

Famed rapport, they know the score,

Feed us inspirationally

Final song, our hero’s gone,

long remains the ecstasy

Sing the songs that shape our lives,

Offer the world, offer the knife

Don’t accept all we’ve been told

Break out and taste the liquid gold.

Freed from strife, a troubled life,

In the hands of our living gods.

A simple glance, dreams of romance,

They hold the cards.

Famed rapport, they know the score,

Feed no inspirationally.

Final song, our hero’s gone,

long remains the ecstasy.

Long remains the ecstacy.