Of Misery And Toil Songtext

At its core insincere,
Comes close but not to touch.
An obligation to deform.
And we were warned and in our own reaction,
Tied now to this push.
Martyrs to no cause.
Our direction not to follow.
It's some sensory misperception.
As it feeds in the shallows.
Heavy of our tongue lay these words onto you, and it's obvious: