Million Dead - Gnostic Front lyrics

It's tragic to concede Geothermals To take the deus from The machina What could I have done? I bowed my head and What could I have said? I injured my neck What must I accept? It's all or nothing What must I reject? And I know That in silence There is wisdom But I know That this beauty's Marred with Peter's scars And I know In this vastness's Veneration But the bone was broke When Nicea spoke What must I accept? What must I reject? The beauty becomes The beauty becomes The beauty becomes The model becomes The model becomes The model becomes The law becomes The law becomes The law becomes The weight becomes The weight becomes The weight becomes The wisdom Not so far From surrendering myself Not so far From letting my sandcastles Get washed away Not so far From wallowing in the pity Effaced or striking My own weak pose But I know That in silence There is wisdom But I know That this beauty's Marred with Peter's scars And I know In this vastness' Veneration But I know That I can't walk this road With broken bones