Lesser Known Saint

09. The Price Of Condescension

From the album At This Distance


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
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


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