Distant Honor — Miracle of Sound

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

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

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

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

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 On rooftops hide Be your guide

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