And there's no hiding from his thoughts
when all their eyes, them keepers of secrets
mirror his scathing contempt
dry primed powder kegs
just begging for that one spark
to loosen their tongues
he raises a hand to his head
fingers skeletal, long bleached bones
clack-clacking to the somber beat
of The Last Post
because he'd gazed into the fires
stole a handful of flames, kept them low
couldn't let go, even though they scorched his flesh
and his eyes bled damp dust
'till the fire fell through his charred fingers
and then he cried tears
because when everywhere else is cold
the company of flames
hold the only warmth worth the pain
the fire though, is never really alone
until it consumes all of everything
leaving nothing but bare bones
when all their eyes, them keepers of secrets
mirror his scathing contempt
dry primed powder kegs
just begging for that one spark
to loosen their tongues
he raises a hand to his head
fingers skeletal, long bleached bones
clack-clacking to the somber beat
of The Last Post
because he'd gazed into the fires
stole a handful of flames, kept them low
couldn't let go, even though they scorched his flesh
and his eyes bled damp dust
'till the fire fell through his charred fingers
and then he cried tears
because when everywhere else is cold
the company of flames
hold the only warmth worth the pain
the fire though, is never really alone
until it consumes all of everything
leaving nothing but bare bones
