Penny Candle – …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead
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Time out from the world seems faceless Counting off the days and Banging on our cages Leave us to our own invention Full of good intention Burning at the ends
Would you say it’s not the best way To keep from rolling over Cut off from yourself
Pray then light a penny candle Try to get a handle Slowly on yourself Boredom seems to fit the moment Seems to lift the omens Flying overhead
Is it easier to mold Easier to bend ways Nature didn’t intend Us to bend
Even if I were to let you fly over the fire Would you glide til your wings caught alight? And even if I were to let you down, would you crash? Are you brave enough to let me drive?
Living would be dull and easy If we choose not to be Frightened of our deaths Here’s to finding out the hard way The more and more we struggle The more it fucks our heads
Try to look at all the angles Circles and rectangles Filling up our heads Up ahead
Even if I were to let you fly over the fire Would you glide til your wings caught alight? And even if I were to let you down, would you crash? Are you brave enough to let me drive?