CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Apollo Beneath The Whip
The simple slave
In sweat-soaked sheets
Aims his shackles
And cuts off his hands
The simple slave
In smoggy pantheon
Aims for release
And cuts off his head
Apollo falls asleep behind the wheel
A scar reopens to a wound and pleads in a whimper for infection
And now this great dying beast, that I've chained round my neck
In a torrent of feathers, a face of paper cuts
Fragile tributaries of blood stain powder white wings
Framed and catalogued for collection
The simple slave
In fallow fields
Shrugs off his burden
And falls asleep
In sweat-soaked sheets
Aims his shackles
And cuts off his hands
The simple slave
In smoggy pantheon
Aims for release
And cuts off his head
Apollo falls asleep behind the wheel
A scar reopens to a wound and pleads in a whimper for infection
And now this great dying beast, that I've chained round my neck
In a torrent of feathers, a face of paper cuts
Fragile tributaries of blood stain powder white wings
Framed and catalogued for collection
The simple slave
In fallow fields
Shrugs off his burden
And falls asleep