The Hidden Ache — текст песни (Ill-Disposed)

Bitter modern child, with your dreams tugged around you
The dreams so cold, they are mine
With the prospects they haunt you
My ache is hidden
In read lights I see you, and your hate

About time you found me
Your hand in mine
In dark rooms we`re hurting
Through hidden times

All hail to the forgotten past
They took me equally with kings
So you`re learning, soon becoming my pupil
In the darkness I`ll teach you
I`ll make you man

In moistful mornings through the only path
Stating I never want your wings
Never argue, never compromise
Wide from mine the hidden ache

Do wonders to realize all the questions you may have