A Girl A Gun A Ghost - The Fox Is Restless (The Lamb Is Found) Lyrics
A Girl A Gun A Ghost Lyrics
The Fox Is Restless (The Lamb Is Found) Lyrics
When your breath gets weak and your visions cloudy whos name will you call out?
Their tendons sing like piano wire,
Their muscles solid, forged from the strongest iron.
Why am I the last machine?
Where is my skin graft, so human, pure and so very clean?
(Lonely like a memory)
Why am I finding myself all alone?
Im a furnace-fed scarecrow in a field of bones.
Theyve all given in what do they have to show?
Existing in servitude, theyll reap what theyve sown.
I can tell you what its like to die.
Stand up to the reaper while burning inside.
If you dont believe just look in these eyes
I can show you what lonely is like.
We are broken, we are rusting slowly.
We are burning and we are holy.
Crawling along on these cast-iron knees
To the coal miners song soaking up the disease.
They are changing, but their flesh Im denied.
They are mortal; Im still rusting inside.
I see the speaker with my X-Ray eyes,
I see his determined and rotting insides.
With these circumstances I think its quite obvious,
Hed like to take a chance to speak for the rest of us.
"Reach your roots elsewhere, fresh muscles are restless!"
Their shuffling footsteps, like young children, helpless
Bury the children. Carry the children. Theyll be cozy in their graves.
When your breath gets weak and your visions cloudy whose name will you call out?
Their eyes are glazed as they are carried away.
Their wishes have all come true, but their words were twisted and construed.
The grave is waiting for their arrogance!
Through barbed wire and borrowed tongues they cry "Save us from this penance!"
Now Im left behind, but Im alive!
How I yearned to shed this shell.
I am alone in this carbon hell.
They have changed; theyre still to blame
With the same smile, the same style, and the same shame.
I will carry their burdens on my back.
Remove this label of martyr, thats all I ask.
Just who do you think you are?
They call me Atlas. I am a Titan.
Ill be your savior.
They call me Atlas. I am a Titan.
Come with me my children
Well ride the lightning home.
You will return to what you once were.
Follow the sound of my voice, your prayers have been heard.
Innocence is ignorance so run, as fast as you can, away from these men;
these full-moon eyes are for you.
We are all just miserable. We are all just machines.
Their tendons sing like piano wire,
Their muscles solid, forged from the strongest iron.
Why am I the last machine?
Where is my skin graft, so human, pure and so very clean?
(Lonely like a memory)
Why am I finding myself all alone?
Im a furnace-fed scarecrow in a field of bones.
Theyve all given in what do they have to show?
Existing in servitude, theyll reap what theyve sown.
I can tell you what its like to die.
Stand up to the reaper while burning inside.
If you dont believe just look in these eyes
I can show you what lonely is like.
We are broken, we are rusting slowly.
We are burning and we are holy.
Crawling along on these cast-iron knees
To the coal miners song soaking up the disease.
They are changing, but their flesh Im denied.
They are mortal; Im still rusting inside.
I see the speaker with my X-Ray eyes,
I see his determined and rotting insides.
With these circumstances I think its quite obvious,
Hed like to take a chance to speak for the rest of us.
"Reach your roots elsewhere, fresh muscles are restless!"
Their shuffling footsteps, like young children, helpless
Bury the children. Carry the children. Theyll be cozy in their graves.
When your breath gets weak and your visions cloudy whose name will you call out?
Their eyes are glazed as they are carried away.
Their wishes have all come true, but their words were twisted and construed.
The grave is waiting for their arrogance!
Through barbed wire and borrowed tongues they cry "Save us from this penance!"
Now Im left behind, but Im alive!
How I yearned to shed this shell.
I am alone in this carbon hell.
They have changed; theyre still to blame
With the same smile, the same style, and the same shame.
I will carry their burdens on my back.
Remove this label of martyr, thats all I ask.
Just who do you think you are?
They call me Atlas. I am a Titan.
Ill be your savior.
They call me Atlas. I am a Titan.
Come with me my children
Well ride the lightning home.
You will return to what you once were.
Follow the sound of my voice, your prayers have been heard.
Innocence is ignorance so run, as fast as you can, away from these men;
these full-moon eyes are for you.
We are all just miserable. We are all just machines.
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