The Spectator Lyrics & Chords By Kris Ife

The birds are up when he collapses through the door Spilling out in constellations on the floor Soaked in liquor, he's soft as bread And everything that's left of him to beckon...read more

On your knees, look at yourself, a corporation cog with a head No original thought, a product of things, that consume your will, and define your dreams When you were young, you...read more

Alas! Born of surgery blade in proficient hand to renew the world Rushes the Chaos unlocking, and who will discern His seeds? For cirques are high, the scenery heart is the gain of...read more