Idols Of Chagrin lyrics
Song information
Artist: Celtic Frost Album: Parched With Thirst Am I And Dying
Lyrics
What kind of race, lack of direction Just how lunatic, to have a nature so deceit Bewail my reverie, a gambol untried Lure of carnality and silence in forfeit Animals, enslaved to pearls of fictionalized worth Creatures, born from caves into simulated mirth
I'm talking, idols of chagrin Born of posession, complacement in disguise
Craving and candid, as to defy the character's fall The kisses you drain, pedestrian pedigree What's thought is pain might be desire after all
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