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.