Wax On Radio

With heading and stead go right back and forth
Youre gracing them all with the little respect you hold
Green and gold
As someone this way comes to conjure the corpse
Youll never laugh quite as well as when it all fades to a flicker of former self
bleeding an inner hell
Suffering paid for in honesty
What we lose down here will not be found
Corner all your false hopes youre willingness will be...
Thats when the mask of the man eclipses the face and we will answer to him singing the muse
what know will end never meant as it begins
No longer idle and cold writing in flame
Spinning on your laurels come quick dont question worth
flicker in the false hope of putting back on whats gone
Your words world is down here
Flicking in false hope on putting back whats gone
[ The Devil Lyrics ]