Fallacy, Defined
John Samaras
There's a hole in your logic
Yet it still moves mountains
Is it a question of power?
Ambitions fallen, devoured
So you pray for another one
Feeling like you’re always on the cusp
Still you pray for another one
After what has been done
Slept for years in the cellar
He had no heart to tell her
The spark that was there briefly
Starting to dim, weakening
So you pray for another one
Feeling like you're always on the cusp
Still you pray for another one
After what has been done
It's been a long time coming
(Arm the artillery)
And to me it’s no surprise
(Arm the artillery)
Spent years in preparation
(Arm the artillery)
So why is it so crushing?
(Arm the artillery)
It's always a question of power
With only a touch, devoured