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Scornful of the Motives and Virtue of Others Lyrics
Rest assured...
This is sincere.
This is true.
Let this be my writ of misanthropy
To a thankless world of men
Who have perfected nothing.
Save the art of accusation.
~
Woe is he that feels compelled to pen.
Even one word of hatred.
I know the hate within passion
With which I love is a travesty.
Let this writ acknowledge these facts.
~
How I miss the warmth of red blood...
The color of pitch is cold and hard,
And its merciless to the tenderhearted.
How I miss the strength of red blood...
Its susceptibility to burn jet,
And the might to withstand a brutal scorching.
How I have learned to wield this scorched, jet blood
To the gross advantage...
This blood must not go to waste.
All is not yet lost.
Take these words of blood ill-tempered.
Take these words and
Lut deep.
Lacerate the soiled flesh.
Impact the brittle bone.
And we all will bleed together.
May this blood pave the way to solution..
~
We have all been so wrong -
Conditioned to accept and approve of substandard
Communication and behavior.
Reason is clouding,
Hearts are hardening,
And the result is murder.
This age is grave bound,
Likewise its aging successors.
Aging, all the while, descending -
Developing an even more insatiable thirst for chaos.
Life among hyenas and asps under vultures
That pick at the corpses of the fallen.
And man will continue to suffer unto itself
Until some stand to rally the fray by firm example.
Chaos must succumb to order
Lest these days be numbered.
~
I cannot contribute to disarray.
I simply cannot relate.
Let this be my act of defiance.
Let this be my refusal to fit in.
Let this be my writ of anthropy...
This is sincere.
This is true.
To a thankless world of men
Who have perfected nothing.
Save the art of accusation.
~
Woe is he that feels compelled to pen.
Even one word of hatred.
I know the hate within passion
With which I love is a travesty.
Let this writ acknowledge these facts.
~
How I miss the warmth of red blood...
The color of pitch is cold and hard,
And its merciless to the tenderhearted.
Its susceptibility to burn jet,
And the might to withstand a brutal scorching.
To the gross advantage...
This blood must not go to waste.
All is not yet lost.
Take these words and
Lut deep.
Lacerate the soiled flesh.
Impact the brittle bone.
May this blood pave the way to solution..
~
We have all been so wrong -
Conditioned to accept and approve of substandard
Communication and behavior.
Reason is clouding,
Hearts are hardening,
And the result is murder.
This age is grave bound,
Likewise its aging successors.
Aging, all the while, descending -
Developing an even more insatiable thirst for chaos.
Life among hyenas and asps under vultures
That pick at the corpses of the fallen.
Until some stand to rally the fray by firm example.
Lest these days be numbered.
~
I cannot contribute to disarray.
I simply cannot relate.
Let this be my refusal to fit in.
Let this be my writ of anthropy...
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it's about the lead singer re-finding life in music, and how we "bleed together" in other words were not alone, everyone can relate in one way or another with pain, misfortune, and so on and so forth.
I think it's saying that he will use his songs to show the infinate imperfections of fellow man He will use his lyrics to defy and set himself aside from them
"Let this be my act of defiance. Let this be my refusal to fit in Let this be my writ of misanthropy..."
i cant believe noone has commented on this song! Its the perfect opener! :D
This song is about how the virtues and focus of humanity have been tainted by judgemental behaviors and lack of ability to communicate because of it. There is no compromise- and people have seen things in black and white for so long, that they have lost the ability to think- only to accuse and regurgitate the same rhetoric over and over.
"We have all been so wrong - Conditioned to accept and approve of substandard Communication and behavior. Reason is clouding, Hearts are hardening, And the result is murder. This age is grave bound, Likewise its aging successors. Aging, all the while, descending - Developing an even more insatiable thirst for chaos. Life amongst hyenas and asps under the vultures That pick at the corpses of the fallen."
This is his refusal to partake in that, and despite the fact that he is making accusations here, himself- he hopes for more.
"Woe is he that feels compelled to pen Even one word of hatred. The act is contemptible. To know I hate with the passion With which I love is a travesty. Let this writ acknowledge these facts."
He misses the warmth of red blood (as in, humanity, and how people should really be to eachother).
This whole album is laiden with allusions to the facts of our miseducation, lack of discipline, and our desire to try and cheat our way to inner peace- only to find savageness.