Album Name : Ironiclast
Release Date : 2010-12-14
Song Duration : 3:17
Damned Things Black Heart
I hope you've taken notice of the wandering eyes,
all the circling wagons and where I draw the line.
All the birds of prey that keep searching have come to feast on my little black heart.
Some get discouraged while the other ones starve.
We've got to keep moving.
And though the dust might settle my bones,
my blood will sneak out after dark.
Tracking scent like a hound dog hunting party,
that catches you and brings you to my little black heart.
A blank slate in the water with nothing sinking in,
and I just keep repeating every goddamn thing.
I try to trim some fat from the evening,
throw some meat to the wolves gathered round.
I'm still discouraged because it's just slowing me down.
We've got to keep moving.
And though the dust might settle my bones,
my blood will sneak out after dark.
Tracking scent like a hound dog hunting party,
that catches you and brings you to my little black heart.
Everybody's got their own thing,
what's mine is yours and yours is nothing.
Everybody's got their own thing,
what's mine is mine and I got something.
And though the dust might settle my bones,
my blood will sneak out after dark.
Tracking scent like a hound dog hunting party,
that catches you and brings you to my little black heart.
And even if you're nowhere to be found,
I have been searching from the start.
Time will set the trap as strong as I was,
that catches you and brings you to my little black heart.
