Tymework

Lyrics to A Cowards Regiment

[Verse 1]

I mask tragedies



When I actually act casually



Sipping yak in the back of my lac



Counting the casualties



Approaching carefully



Eyes staring out



From the back of me



Blackened actions are



Manufacturing order of faculty



Rambling on with the gamblers



Handling amatuers



Ramming your family in poverty



Gaining profits per capita



The famined soldier



Left abandoned



Carried orders with stamina



Landing the stance of a dancer



Conquered lands of a stranger



The hierarchy is written



With pointing pens of precision



Slowly bending the vision



To demonstrate a collision



A detonating revision



Shocking members effective



Deceptive rulings of livid



Killers composing a message



Perforating the artery



Accelerating mahogany



With prompting and proper bargaining



Obliterating the artistry



A display of awful mockery



Culminating the marketing



Of auctions selling off the



Dead bodies left under me

[Verse 2]

Eventual evanescence



Acceptance of worldly presence



I fathom the fermentative conception



Of every sentence



Declarable restitution



Deducting a civil message



Repentance



Unapplicable in chromatic impressions



I... consummately



Constrict a guideline to tactics



Providing actions needed for



Burning their cities to ashes



They sat in laughter misjudging



Conjuctive practices matching



That of a decorous almanac



Listing days of our presence



Burning the ground, the decadence



Spreading throughout the sentences



Wept from a cold prison, fitting



Scriptures set by penmanship



Of wrongly done witnesses



Forced into the genesis



Remembering what it felt like



To live beside a sentiment



With emphasis placed on



Their freedom and development



Sensitive mechanisms



Stretching reference points beyond the edge



But still the conquered had sought



Militance obdurate while



Staring in the face of a cowards regiment