Pliable Foe Lyrics

Carry down yet another ghostly road
Of a life already lived and faded
Passing yet another broken man
His life ends (in?), burning, iron (I am?) wrought (raw? wrong?)
His voice (void?) is the thoughtless? wake of others

A (in? his?) death in sight
Bleeding, black, and blue

As quick as it came
The face is gone
We who are? in its grace
A war is on (all? resolved?)
The other rises, shining in his violence
His annihilation is my aim
No blood is spilled
All this (these?) bile is? from his lips

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__ __ me
__ has made at odds?
__ __ me is __ me
To know to __ to __ __
Crush away (way? plague?) a (our?) will
Our world is (has?) bound to doubt (bounded down?)
In circle of skin I'm found
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