歌词
Eurycles I am broken
The disciple smiles in disgust
The satyrs have awoken
And things aren't here to be discussed
We traded the privilege for scraps
Exchanged for the clothes on our backs
Lived life like there was no other way
What was sacrosanct
Now the sacred is profane
We yearn for the thanks
But we deserve all the blame
A simple piece of stagecraft
A tawdry parlor trick
We traded our moral high ground so they would sing along
But is it so bad
Is it as dark as it seems
To trade a little purity to prolong the dream
One by one we will find a way
To let each and every one down
It's the privilege
Of mass delusion
It's the privilege
Of mass delusion
It's the privilege
Of mass delusion
It's the privilege
Of mass delusion
It's the privilege
Of mass delusion
It's the privilege
Of mass delusion
Sit back and have a seat
Dazzled by the greed
It's his voice through my lips
It's the miracle of gastromancy
They are spinning in their graves
At the choices we have made
But in our shoes would they have stayed so chaste
It's the privilege
Of mass delusion
It's the privilege
Of mass delusion
It's the privilege
Of mass delusion
It's the privilege
Of mass delusion
It's the privilege
Of mass delusion
It's the privilege
Of mass delusion
It's the privilege
Of mass delusion
It's the privilege
Of mass delusion
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