it's a cold day in the winter sun
sets down hayfire to our beds
microscopic giants roam the streets
to set our cars alight
our homes are a harvest for the evil around
we smuggle it across the border
subservience is our way to rule
we rule ourselves from the safety d**h
look to the skies, the sun is setting
it's just the world turning away
from every great star comes a lonely d**h
and a big black hole
i make my own blindfold,it comes out at night
take arms against the decay
shoe strings, heart strings, semi-blue pages
it's hardly a work of art.
bu*ton the hatches, like every man should
set sail across your own ocean
like a knife in the sky, you'll fly
like a dream, you'll never come down
false winds surround, pie in the sky
bottle your needs for special interest
pour out your soul in the foyer
what a way to live.