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We Sever the Hand that Feeds

from The Mark of Man by The Mark of Man

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We Sever the Hand That Feeds

And silently she breathes to me
And I can hear with perfect ears
But I cannot make my mouth form the words she needs
As this culture of reversals writes us all into oblivion

Visionaries blinded, and zealots praised
Plunderers rejoice, the faceless razed
Conquerors devour while the nameless weep
And as she sighs, she deafens me

Heretics are burnt, and contracts are signed
Freedoms are swallowed, false prophecies divined
While the seraphic burn, aphotic wills are freed
And as she sighs, she deafens me

The empty hope that the hollow cling to
Is the halo that sits atop the forbearer’s tomb
With bated breath our ancestors lie
As they suffocate beneath the weight, they gasp “for shame”

The balance of everything is falling apart, and so are we
And as all we have known crumbles into the sea
The Judases amongst us whisper “Maybe.. it’s best this way”
With noose in hand, we all climb the tree

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from The Mark of Man, released July 19, 2010

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The Mark of Man make no compromises. We are angry. We are sorrowful. We want change. We express this through music we find both cathartic and fulfilling. Please listen.

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