Like atonement for a bygone sin
Under the weight of it, my bones
Cracking like a dry branch in a westward wind
But Zeus and his pantheon of kin
Take the first nine out of every ten
Minas, like lightning changing hands
It all returns back to his pockets, in the end
You can't take any gold or rings further than the grave
Nothing we make can we bring
But still the bait hanging from the string is calling my name
And like the wind it slips again
Out of my fingers
As Fortuna sits idly by
I spin her wheel with all my might
Crushing my kin for warring-wage
Minted from the ivory of your tooth and eye
Under the table where she dines
I sit hungry with my mouth foamed white
Fighting for crumbs that trickle down
As she finishes her cake, then takes a bite from mine
Spinning that stone uphill again Like atonement for a bygone sin Under the weight of it, my bones Cracking like a dry branch in a westward wind But Zeus and his pantheon of kin Take the first nine out of every ten Minas, like lightning changing hands It all returns back to his pockets, in the end You can't take any gold or rings further than the grave Nothing we make can we bring But still the bait hanging from the string is calling my name And like the wind it slips again Out of my fingers As Fortuna sits idly by I spin her wheel with all my might Crushing my kin for warring-wage Minted from the ivory of your tooth and eye Under the table where she dines I sit hungry with my mouth foamed white Fighting for crumbs that trickle down As she finishes her cake, then takes a bite from mine Explain Request ×
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