The Autumn Offering - March Of The Clones lyrics

Stupor of fools trapped in a paradox Slip back, dream state Flesh crawls as your body rots away Angels with broken halos A swan song burn away the day It's not your plight, so why even try A trap in every word you say Now you're left to pick up the ruins She holds you captive in lies I can't see the strings Yet I feel them pulling slow I've got hell inside of me I'm falling down How could you feed me poison? How could you take my dignity? She holds you captive in lies The clones keep marching on