Miracle of Sound — Distant Honor

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Distant honor, wasted grace
Twisted pawn a face replaced
Phantom filter mask of dread
Damn the guilt my past is dead

And I wait for the night
Shadows protect my
Angel in white
Time to eject these

Vain parasites
Cast out reject the
Plague in all your hearts
Cause the sad sad faces of the weary and worn

Live in bad bad places that are dreary and torn
And a distant honor calls me to your side
To be your guide
Wrapped up in your velvet sheets

Far above the hellish streets you’re
Strapped inside your wealthy keeps
Piss on corners where we sleep
And this town’s paranoid

Blinking and jumping
Down in the void
A sickening dumping
Ground to avoid

The stink of the pumping
Plague in all your hearts
Cause the sad sad faces of the weary and worn
Live in bad bad places that are dreary and torn

And a distant honor calls me to your side
To be your guide
Shades of the whales in the tainted deep
Maimed and impaled in their pain they sleep

The faded and frail in the laneways weep
Broken souls in mourning
And the sad sad faces of the weary and worn
Live in bad bad places that are dreary and torn

And a distant honor calls me to your side
To be your guide
On rooftops hide
Be your guide

Shades of the whales in the painted deep
Maimed and impaled in their pain they sleep
The faded and frail in the laneways weep
Broken souls in mourning