Dirty Hands from The Observer by Artificial Language

Temples made of glass will surely fracture

Cast a stone that treks into your temporal lobe.
(Pick up the pieces)


Sign away everything

Life means much more than a suit and a tie
Thriving off your dirty hands



This empire’s why the men like I indulge on our behalf
Much like thieves



Temples made of glass will surely fracture

Cast a stone that treks into your temporal lobe

(Pick up the pieces)


Take away everything

We need much more
Loot them dry and supply our veins instead

Yours is mine



I can’t tell whose the wolf and whose the shepherd

Time well spent monopolizing life for purpose?



I can’t tell whose the wolf or whose the shepherd; hurting the ones who invest in your methods

Is it worth selling out your failed vision? Is it wrong?
I’ll learn to live with my albatross


Cast a stone

(Pick up the pieces)

Temples made of glass will surely fracture
Cast a stone that treks into your temporal lobe
(Pick up the pieces)

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