lyrics

"There Is No Prize"





There is no scope

There is no lens

But what will be scratched by the end



There is no flame

There is no torch

But what can be lit and destroyed

And reborn



So what is flesh?

What is skin,

But that which you're imprisoned in?



There is no prize,

No purse of gold

But what will be gambled away when you're old.



I unwrapped the trenchant truth

And folded away my youth,

Now nothing more than change

Held onto just in case



There are no gods,

No sacred ghosts

But those who had purchased their posts



There is no leaf,

No patch of grass

But that which is withering fast



So what is grace?

What is beauty

But that which some day will die?

For me at least?



"Next year is almost here,"

Is that how you fed your fear?

Haven't you grown a bit?

Aren't you past that shit?



It is a sin

It's such a shame

That it's so damn easy to be afraid



'Cause you are pure

And you are brave,

But you were a hell of a mess to create.

credits

from Foundry , released July 17, 2012

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