The Fall Of Ambrose Bierce by The Stiletto Formal Lyrics
The smoke becomes pretentious, it's hideous. It states the notion that words and failures are no more
The creature's motives are obvious
Despite the slaughter, each breath's more vibrant than the last
I'm content here because I know “Death's a dignitary”
And I will not meet him in bed
The horses strain like inmates
They're terrified, and with good reason
For tonight we're solely skin and gore
Now fangs are pistols and I'm in line
But damn it, I will stack them in piles until I'm called
They come and lick my neck but with a serpents tongue, but this pail villain is just a means and end. “Your porcelin pierces my fragile skin, is my taste divine? Savor this my wine.”
I won't just wait for sickles to seize
“This black horseman descends to his purpose
At last language holds its meaning here, opaque words become clear.”
Typewriter keys become our words, and shot of rifles
The rhythm's monumental once more, because these adjectives are more than romantic
Come, down some bourbon one more time so we can't feel the ending
Drink up!
My circulation's harsh
I won't just wait
The creature's motives are obvious
Despite the slaughter, each breath's more vibrant than the last
I'm content here because I know “Death's a dignitary”
And I will not meet him in bed
The horses strain like inmates
They're terrified, and with good reason
For tonight we're solely skin and gore
Now fangs are pistols and I'm in line
But damn it, I will stack them in piles until I'm called
They come and lick my neck but with a serpents tongue, but this pail villain is just a means and end. “Your porcelin pierces my fragile skin, is my taste divine? Savor this my wine.”
I won't just wait for sickles to seize
“This black horseman descends to his purpose
At last language holds its meaning here, opaque words become clear.”
Typewriter keys become our words, and shot of rifles
The rhythm's monumental once more, because these adjectives are more than romantic
Come, down some bourbon one more time so we can't feel the ending
Drink up!
My circulation's harsh
I won't just wait