The Face Of Neglect letra

What will become of you when the world is over?
Those of us who wear not the clothes of sheep are no wolves.
We are dogs, asleep by the hearth of progress.
What will fill your idle stomach when your master's heart is still?
The paltry knowledge you thought worth keeping slips through the cracks of the mind you never had to use until now.
You know of so many splendid inventions that would improve your predicament, but your fingers are ignorant.
After the end of all things, what will you contribute, aside from an empty head and a pair of soft hands?

Ghost of A Fallen Age - Letras

• A Critical Proposal
• A Poorly Tailored Man-Suit
• Irrefutable Evidence For A Skeptic (3:15 A.m.)
• It's the Apathy That Calls Them Here
• Macabre Vow
• The Cancer That Devours My Dreams, And Takes Dominion Over My Nightmares
• The Cold Open
• The Face Of Neglect
• The New 2007 Model Human
• The Summits Burn