Song Lyrics

"As The Stroy Grows"

by Scaterd Few
Album: Sin Disease/Jawbone Of An Ass

And, as the story goes, they never gave me something for the pain,
They left me by myself to ease the shame, to cope with rationality,
The outcome's quite the same.

And, like the wise man long ago, they try to keep me in the dark, to blind my eyes that I may miss the mark,
The thought of death eternal,
Give these madmen peace of heart as the story grows.


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