Paragon

Hear, can you hear them coming?

The voracious hounds surround

There's no sense running

No hiding out, they will hunt me down

Life worth living for the taste of fear

A trail of tears leads them near

Scents of my flesh ripping

But I'm still here

Excavate my earth, exhume my corpses

Parading your dismay of a face contorted

I lead them to rest, you attempt new life

To display your virtue, garner the eyes

Let it die

Let it die young

Let it die young

Behind the glass, barricade yourself free

Strong in isolation, weak upon your feet

Reinvent yourself an effigy

Painted face, a guarded place to force your beliefs

Paragon, from a distance

You just play a part in your own fiction

Paragon, from a distance

You tell anyone who will listen

From afar, a quintessential being

Your facade is your existence

You dare not to swim in your salt and your sulfur

High above the ruinous faults of your brothers

Give them something they can turn to

Human un-being

The world will look upon you and learn nothing

Nothing

Let the graves be graves

Let the graves, be graves

Are you searching

For your life at their gallows?

Are you searching

For your light in their shadows?

Paragon from a distance

You tell anyone who will listen

From afar, a quintessential being

Your facade is your existence

Ripped apart by corruption and power

Breeders of hatred and subdivision of green

See you reflection?

All access to platforms to spread their disease?

In a word that's bleeding

Be a cell that clots, watch it renew

The peace comes in pieces

Let the inception of war end with you

Let it die

Let it die young