Beg not for disdain, for the deeds I've unfurled
You, the quartet, small and perfect, in imperfections swirled
Plastic and pristine, you witness my every day
With gazes void and unyielding, in silent judgement you lay
Words unspoken hang heavy, yet your verdict I feel
Not the fool you envisage, but a fool of my own zeal
Hard-earned, this folly you see, a labour of my own design
Yet it's I who face the echo of my void, in the mirror's unkind line
Beyond your silent watching, the essence of me gleams
A shimmer you'll never grasp, a soul bursting at its seams
Peer not too closely, lest the façade you will breach
For beneath lies nothing but fractures, barely held, beyond the reach
You know not the fragility, the delicate crux of my being
A mere whisper away from shattering, from the truth of me fleeing
So, judge if you must, from your plastic thrones so high
But know the depth of my existence, in the cracks you might then spy
So, judge if you must, from your plastic thrones so high
So, judge if you must, from your plastic thrones so high
So, judge if you must, from your plastic thrones so high
The Left Hand Tree - Just Don't Hate Me For What I Have Done (Temptation) Lyrics
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Beg not for disdain, for the deeds I've unfurled
You, the quartet, small and perfect, in imperfections swirled
Plastic and pristine, you witness my every day
With gazes void and unyielding, in silent judgement you lay
Words unspoken hang heavy, yet your verdict I feel
Not the fool you envisage, but a fool of my own zeal
Hard-earned, this folly you see, a labour of my own design
Yet it's I who face the echo of my void, in the mirror's unkind line
Beyond your silent watching, the essence of me gleams
A shimmer you'll never grasp, a soul bursting at its seams
Peer not too closely, lest the façade you will breach
For beneath lies nothing but fractures, barely held, beyond the reach
You know not the fragility, the delicate crux of my being
A mere whisper away from shattering, from the truth of me fleeing
So, judge if you must, from your plastic thrones so high
But know the depth of my existence, in the cracks you might then spy
So, judge if you must, from your plastic thrones so high
So, judge if you must, from your plastic thrones so high
So, judge if you must, from your plastic thrones so high
You, the quartet, small and perfect, in imperfections swirled
Plastic and pristine, you witness my every day
With gazes void and unyielding, in silent judgement you lay
Words unspoken hang heavy, yet your verdict I feel
Not the fool you envisage, but a fool of my own zeal
Hard-earned, this folly you see, a labour of my own design
Yet it's I who face the echo of my void, in the mirror's unkind line
Beyond your silent watching, the essence of me gleams
A shimmer you'll never grasp, a soul bursting at its seams
Peer not too closely, lest the façade you will breach
For beneath lies nothing but fractures, barely held, beyond the reach
You know not the fragility, the delicate crux of my being
A mere whisper away from shattering, from the truth of me fleeing
So, judge if you must, from your plastic thrones so high
But know the depth of my existence, in the cracks you might then spy
So, judge if you must, from your plastic thrones so high
So, judge if you must, from your plastic thrones so high
So, judge if you must, from your plastic thrones so high
Writer: Chris Benson
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