[Lyric] The Sight (Fin (Metal))

Simplicity guides the voice
Of a tender-hearted man
Lacking in value
Words fly by command
No reserve at all
They further dig their grave
Daunted by shame
In mind

Bear witness
These fate-filled words
A message wrought so clear
With every fate-filled verse
So never worry
Of the ravings of the sheep
Remain in sight
So clearly
Beckon those asleep

Disdain
Hypocrisy
I've surely seen this dance
Ridicule
Fingers of scorn
A truly brazen path
Why bother detracting those
With minds already set
When you maintain your virtues
A waste of time
On such frivolity
Arrogant in pride
Some decree
False claims of merit
From totally tasteless tripe
Those eternally burning
From their own inside plight