Lesser Known Saint

09. The Price Of Condescension

From the album At This Distance

Lyrics

Fear of death does not mean I’m
Afraid to take a fall
You would sell your soul for once chance to
See me have to crawl

Weak subaltern
Representing
All the positive things
You will never be

See fondness fade with folly – you should’ve figured
Pride comes at a cost – now you’re
Breaking, reaching – for a hand up
But no one owes you – they kick you back down

So what was once black and white now
Blurs and fades to grey – there’s a
Lesson you should learn from this
Diffusion of your reign

Fake prescription
Still persisting
But this pretense hasn’t
Got you very far

Notes

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