Album: The Century Of Self
Mourn as a nation, rule as a mob*
Kill for an insult so slight
The further they plummet, the blinder they are
Each one believing they're right
I'm the monster and I exist
On this summit I am lost
On its slopes I've seen the world
As she was meant to be seen
|3||Bells Of Creation|
|4||Fields Of Coal|
|7||Pictures Of An Only Child|
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|...And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead - The Century Of Self Album Lyrics|
|3.||Bells Of Creation|
|4.||Fields Of Coal|
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