ist - King Martha - Released 2005
Selfish Terrors
Have we lost the age of compassion? - the newspaper headlines inquire
Burned out in the blaze of morality plays
That have left all our temples on fire
Buried neath rose-tinted postcards
Of some foreign clime we have christened the past
It’s ambassadors saying “Life’s brutal and cruel”
“And worse still, it’s over too fast”
Selfish Terrors
With the pallour of pallbearers
Selfish Terrors
We come face to face, with our own errors
Now fix on the face of an elderly woman, now bidding a tear-stained farewell
It’s less for the soul that here lies, that she cries, and more for her own fading shell
Just as the nuptial mourning seeps out as the white-encased bride takes the aisle
From those that have been disappointed in love, recalling their own naïve smile
Selfish Terrors
With the pallour of pallbearers
Selfish Terrors
We come face to face, with our own errors
And the only thing we have to fear
Is that which breaks our will
For some, the thing that moves us most
For some, what makes us still
Have you accepted Christ into your heart, the street corner preacher inquires
Cause you can find hope at the end of your rope, if you jettison all your desires
The cripples, the children, the stumbling drunks, who need no help to fall to their knees
We paint them a God across heaven’s breadth, promise them just what they need
And that’s
Selfish Terrors
With the pallour of pallbearers
Selfish Terrors
We come face to face, with our own errors
We come face to face with our own errors
Play cut and paste, with these Selfish Terrors
(c) 2005 ist
Lyrics: Hall Music: Hall/Haynes/McCourt
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