The Dear Hunter - Beyond the pale

^EReanimated, I awake awaiting Mistakes I shouldn't ^Amake Born of bonds ^B I ^Ewouldn't place, had I the choice On loyal limbs that dance these melod^Aies From your voice

^B If ^Eyou demand I fall How will I e^Dvolve beyond the ^Epale ^AOf ^A/Byour ^Cho^Dly ^Escrawl?

It ^Ebegs the question of intent to know Or just observe your sycoph^Aants' deference ^B Have ^Ewe inherited the flaws of fumbling gods Too small to stumble on their ^Aown Who never ^Bgrow

If ^Eyou demand we fall How will we e^Dvolve beyond the ^Epale ^AOf ^A/Byour ^Cho^Dly ^Esprawl?

What do you ^Dsay to the suppliant ewe Suffering for little more than s^E7how? What will you f^Dind as you blindly grind The gears of your invention to a ^E7halt? What better ^Dway to know the places you won't go Than recognizing where we haven't ^E7been Finding our ^Dfaults lie

We never move from where we ^G#mbegan ^BStill ^Cstand^Ding ^Estill ^BBent ^Cto ^Dyour ^Ewill ^BFlawed ^Clike ^Dyou ^E