Flights of Helios - Blame! Lyrics

Blame, blame the pen that scraped the page
Blame, blame the feet that trod the stage
Blame the chord that strummed for stringing us along
Before the golden age
Blame, blame the guns and their gauge
Blame the strikers and the barely living wage
Blame those human rights for tying up The Hague
Before the golden age
It seems you have me at a disadvantage
You're the sage, the mage, it's such a privilege
But it's pretty bold to claim you're a romantic
You're the genius who unlocked the tiger's cage
So we blame the lost fish and his withered fin
Blame all the rubbish and the overflowing bins
Blame the drummer and his din
But don't blame the state we're in
For the golden age
We're looking at a future that's uncertain
As the headlines shift like spirits on the page
Pay no attention to the crew behind the curtain
Pulling levers as the oil runs down their face
One kisses his Saint Christopher which tarnishes black
And a voice declares the traveller is come
Two raises her gold crucifix which hisses into steam
Just like the ploughshares that they're melting down for guns
They clean up their reputations on the dirtiest shows
And the audience forgets on cue
The editor cuts to the infinite feed
And we wonder why we're so confused
Blame!
Blame!
Blame!
Blame!
Blame every word said in rage
Every word said in rage
Blame every word said in rage
Every word said in rage
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