Sacred Beast

Sacred Beast
Written by	Joe Hawley
Appears on	(Unreleased)
Sung by	Rob Cantor, Zubin Sedghi, Joe Hawley
Genre	Fabloo/Wonky Rock
Language	English

Sacred Beast, a song by Joe Hawley.

Lyrics

We live in the service of the king
Almighty in control of everything
As the queen decides who lives and dies tonight
We will sing
Love was never more than going
(whistling)
Easiest thing

Our mission is to slay the sacred beast
Who has come to claim our innocence at least
& though those who went before us won't return
For the feast
We'll be riding high in going
(whistling)

Worst of all it knows
Its only truth is made of lies
Wanting for aught & ever wise
So there will need to be a compromise
Easier to close our eyes
Seeing the other sides of our disguise

We thought we had found a separate peace
Thought all our pain had finally been released
But as long as it's alive we'll never rest
In one piece
Meanwhile may it join in going
(whistling)

Demo Lyrics

We live in the service of the king
Almighty in control of everything
As the queen decides who lives and dies
Tonight we will sing

Love was never more than simple
(Whistling)
Easiest thing

Our mission is to slay the sacred beast
Who has come to claim our innocence at least
And though those who went before us won't return
For the feast

We'll be riding high and swinging
(Whistling)
'til we're deceased

First of all we know that we are dying for our lives
Wanting for naught and no surprise
So there will need to be a war for love
Fight in spite of death above
Biting the hand that feeds its own demise

We thought we had found a separate peace
Thought all our pain had finally been released
But as long as it's alive we'll never rest
In one piece

Meanwhile, may it join in whistling
(Whistling)

Worst of all it knows its only truth is made of lies
Wanting for aught and ever-wise
So there will need to be a compromise
Easier to close our eyes
See the other sides of our disguise

We thought love was only nice or mean
Perhaps it's something vaguely inbetween

So while neighbors fight to paint their yards
The best shade of green
We'll be in the garden growing
(whistling)

2008 second verse

Our mission is to slay the sacred beast
Who has come to claim our innocence at least
And though those that came before us live to die
As its feast

We'll be riding high and swinging
(Whistling)
'til we're deceased