"Distant Honor" lyrics

Distant honor, wasted grace
Twisted pawn, a face replaced
Phantom filter, mask of dread
Damn the guilt, my past is dead
And I wait for the night
Shadows protect my angel in white
Time to eject these vain parasites
Cast out, reject the plague in all your hearts

'Cause the sad, sad faces of the weary and worn
Live in bad, bad places that are dreary and torn
And a distant honor calls me to your side
To be your guide

Wrapped up in your velvet sheets
Far above the hellish streets
You're strapped inside your wealthy keeps
Piss on corners where we sleep
And this town's paranoid
Blinking and jumping down in the void
A sickening dumping
Ground to avoid the stink of the pumping
Plague in all your hearts

As the sad, sad faces of the weary and worn
Live in bad, bad places that are dreary and torn
And a distant honor calls me to your side
To be your guide

Shades of the whales in the tainted deep
Maimed and impaled, in their pain they sleep
The faded and frail in the laneways weep
Broken souls in mourning

And the sad, sad faces of the weary and worn
Live in bad, bad places that are dreary and torn
And a distant honor calls me to your side
To be your guide
(On rooftops high)
Be your guide

Shades of the whales in the tainted deep
Maimed and impaled, in their pain they sleep
The faded and frail in the laneways weep
Broken souls in mourning