The Foe Sublime Lyrics - Singles - Burst

Feigned, the image of a world unfolds 

Deluded but divine 

It sees us mocking gifted grace 

A stolen self will not succumb 

See your face in the mirror 

It's your image on a face of another 

See your principles constantly wither 

What is this will but a riddle? 

In splendor we were born again 

Renewed and whole, a chance reborn 

Sustenance, we've found 

Yet we tear it from our minds 

So find a way through these foes 

With your tears scattered around the wound 

It scares us not, this path's design 

Run these demons gone amok 

Astray