Epitome Lyrics - Singles - Pagan Lorn

With your pride 

You are spraying the souls 

Not for me 

And not for who I am. 

At any image area 

You feel at home 

Just to see 

How far you can go 

To behave like a child 

Just to see how honest we are 

To get us surprised as we are 

To find out how deep a smile can hurt 

To find out how deep a thought can be 

To find out a thing you will never know 

Without killing and overstraining the bow 

Tears in your eyes ruined by a laugh 

Many words burden your thoughts 

Every soul cries no matter how it kills 

There is nothing you could understand 

Nothing you would ever choose 

Nothing you would ever bare 

Nothing you would ever feel 

Nothing you would ever know 

Nothing you would ever see 

Nothing you would ever reach 

Nothing you would ever get 

Nothing you would ever be 

Do not need a mirror 

To see my sad eyes 

Do not need broken glass 

To feel my inner-wrong 

An unlived dream 

Does not have to grow 

Still in the nowhere 

Still ain't coming home 

Your front is washed away 

By an icy rain, a burning sun 

Can finally melt, what 

You have already known 

A new picture is born 

Remote, empty, lifeless 

Your lies will not catch you 

When you fall, when you cry, when you die 

Still left behind 

Wearing my smile 

A crown of nothing 

It is the same dust 

You have swallowed 

A long time ago 

You know this game 

It is your own harvest 

By jerks you stand up 

Reacting on yourself 

The deepest fall cannot 

Melt such a heart 

You are the winner 

Of your lost game