Lion’s Share – GermsBy All he sees are death masked starsThe lion’s world is cold and sharpAll he wants is much too farSo he stalks the roads of token carsHe snarls at winds that mean no harmAnd takes the thorns in perfect formA broken ideal rides inside the tortureLion’s denim hideI want the lion’s shareGather up the broken chairsFeed my mind unholy testsDo me in I need to restHe sleeps when nothing’s in the airEats the scraps of some that careHe strains the right to overbearSecrets hidden in the lairPauses long enough to dreamNightmares push the glowing screamHis shadowed eyes show the tollSomething only lions know www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20