Never need a reason why
Beware the hounds
Beware the mire
Beware the red-eyed angel's fire
Hear them singing a black chorus
Heard them laughing while you cry
Beware the bells toll evening
Beware of what you left behind
Wise is the child who knows all is changing
Gone are the clouds when her birds start singing
And where she walks it will rain
And wash their worlds away
And in their place
A living grace
Will forever stay
Inner doors, outer rooms
Slither scales, flying plumes
Salt & iron filigree
On the masks of those not free
Feel the sinking
Hear the sound
Of the people below the down
And choke on money
And spit the seeds
Then find purchase in filigree
Red-eyed angry angels Never need a reason why Beware the hounds Beware the mire Beware the red-eyed angel's fire Hear them singing a black chorus Heard them laughing while you cry Beware the bells toll evening Beware of what you left behind Wise is the child who knows all is changing Gone are the clouds when her birds start singing And where she walks it will rain And wash their worlds away And in their place A living grace Will forever stay Inner doors, outer rooms Slither scales, flying plumes Salt & iron filigree On the masks of those not free Feel the sinking Hear the sound Of the people below the down And choke on money And spit the seeds Then find purchase in filigree Explain Request ×
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