The Case of William Smith 歌词
The Case Of William Smith - Astronautalis
William holds his palm out proud upon the bible lays it down
And solemnly swears against it that every word is true
Searching through the faceless crowd
In the hallowed auditorium
He sees that everyone is turned against him
And his endless pursuit the saga that he spells out
Has mothers grabbing children grown men twisting mustaches
As priests smooth out their suits but william hammers right along
And ignores the banging gavel of
The judges plea for order in the chaos of the room
Outside my cell there is an oak that grows
Through the fence line and towards the sun
They built a barrier of barbs flush butted against its bark
And still its burls unfurled into branches strong
The silver thorns that hem in my hole
Snare me here through sun and snow
While barbs may scar they cannot stop the mighty oak
Burgeoning upward and out disfigured no doubt
The persistent sapling made stout by its daggered escape route
Once it finally stands tall its limbs will make the fence fall
The slowest getaway car that the guard ever saw
The warden scratches his bald patches
And raises arms in the air he wonders how this happened
Despite decades to prepare in this I found the faith
That you'd see my sentence a mistake
Discharge me from this place and reinstate me in your grace
The truth will set you free one day
My father promised me but I'd never thought
The truth would come this way quite honestly
William holds his palm out proud upon the bible lays it down
And solemnly swear against it that every word is true
Searching through the faceless crowd in the hallowed auditorium
He sees that everyone is turned against him
And his endless pursuit
If you had told me back then that the words from my pen
Would've branded me a paynim
I would never changed a damn thing
I am sure it's shocking to your ears
That the treaties you revere would suffer such assessment
At the stylus of confrere but I am more than well aware
How you all were unprepared to stare into the sun
As it means to pick apart its flares
With my covenant in question and career upon the line
I will suffer your reckless sanctions
With the clarity of mind that the charges that you lay
Against my character of faith will burden you with shame
When you face the presumed paradise
And he knows well as I that his heralds can carol flat songs
The refrains ring familiar but the words just seem a tad wrong
God is just a breath away
He lives a kiss from your lips but his message can mutate
As it drifts from mount to chisel tips
So this is it my suffrage sings its swan song
Your suspicions set me sovereign
From the restriction of your sad bonds
While you edit me from existence for continuity
May the Lord be always in your footsteps
To document your lunacy
William holds his palm out proud Upon the bible lays it down
And solemnly swears against it that every word is true
Searching through the faceless crowd
In the hallowed auditorium
He sees that everyone is turned against him
And his endless pursuit the saga that he spells out
Has mothers grabbing children grown men twisting mustaches
As priests smooth out their suits but william hammers right along
And ignores the banging gavel of
The judges plea for order in the chaos of the room