These vials hold vile secrets
Within my copper wound veins
Today I speak of lust
I speak of change.

I've fallen deeper into lust
Every day this sudden daze of missing trust.
The earths sun is calling out to me
Falling deeper into this emergency.

With a touch of poison
the day is no more
With contamination
Constricting the limbs
Every single time we fall
I will hear their calls

We were once beautiful like the cries of a thousand poets
We were once beautiful like a thousand poets

This is the time
This is the time
This is the time
This is the time

We were once beautiful like the cries of a thousand poets
Circling the drain as their words go to waste
Making their way through a fallen city,
A battalion of suicide notes is the only thing left in the way
Once these poets found their way,
they were left with a feeling of hatred and contempt to what they had become
They were no longer an artist of words,
instead they were munipulators of language, to bend the words very meaning,
to influence a higher power,
All so they could have all the glory,
all the riches,
all the control
And all the wisdom and all for fucking what?
To have their names in a history books?
That will never happen to me
and I'll never be that way
I'll never be that way
I'll never be that way

I know now that this is poison
I know now that this is poison
I know now that this is poison
I know now that this is poison

I am the missing fragment
You'll find me beneath the ocean waves
No gods, no kings, only man
Until the light dawns once again


Lyrics submitted by MenaceInc

A Thousand Poets, Part I song meanings
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