Текст и слова песни Illnath – Pieta
Your smile so dim, your eyes alive
A gesture hides a vicious lie
Your face so clean, but deep inside
I know you"re hiding something
A trace so faint, a chisel"s scar
Carved piece by piece who you are
His head held high, but deep inside
I know you"re hiding something
Pieta, you"re the one and only truly holy sculpture
So now... sentenced by the divine tool I wheel he falls down
A crack and crackle, a thin black sear
Upon the surface pale and raw
Frozen for now, neatly carved
Deep in silence, clutching at straws
I crush the face, the crumbling lines
An expanding maze that seems alive
Again alone, you"re face is gone
Still I see no confession coming from
Your soul, your core, your hand, your son
Still I know you"re hiding something
I sit and wait, then un-create
My mind confused and filled with hate
I marvel at our common fate
Still I know you"re hiding something
Pieta, you"re the one and only truly holy sculpture
So now... sentenced by the divine tool I wheel he falls down
Another crack upon the marble
Disfigurement I don"t even enjoy
I see it now, though in vain
I see how perfect art is pain
And as I make you
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dissolve
I see the secret that I have destroyed
A gesture hides a vicious lie
Your face so clean, but deep inside
I know you"re hiding something
A trace so faint, a chisel"s scar
Carved piece by piece who you are
His head held high, but deep inside
I know you"re hiding something
Pieta, you"re the one and only truly holy sculpture
So now... sentenced by the divine tool I wheel he falls down
A crack and crackle, a thin black sear
Upon the surface pale and raw
Frozen for now, neatly carved
Deep in silence, clutching at straws
I crush the face, the crumbling lines
An expanding maze that seems alive
Again alone, you"re face is gone
Still I see no confession coming from
Your soul, your core, your hand, your son
Still I know you"re hiding something
I sit and wait, then un-create
My mind confused and filled with hate
I marvel at our common fate
Still I know you"re hiding something
Pieta, you"re the one and only truly holy sculpture
So now... sentenced by the divine tool I wheel he falls down
Another crack upon the marble
Disfigurement I don"t even enjoy
I see it now, though in vain
I see how perfect art is pain
And as I make you
114c
dissolve
I see the secret that I have destroyed
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