Scarlet Grey The Moth
Cheers to those with daggers.The mountain of the meek.
They all think they know best,
but they have yet to speak.
We'll get medicated... because pain is such a drag.
I wanna fight for freedom... under a stolen flag.
And everything is made soft... because our kids can't
take a punch.
What's there left to own, when they world's already
yours?
And there's just no honor for the men who came before.
Maybe there's a will ... but I think there's a war.
And I don't wanna lose my edge this time.
Because they all seem ravenous.
And I don't wanna hurt you all tonight.
'Cause you don't know me.
The life I chose, is a one pound penny and...
I ask for nothing more.
Cheers to those of violence.
The palpitations in my heart.
The loving upper eschalons with nothing to impart.
And I just can't see any smiles in the dark.
There's no time for suspense...
No wait to see the shark.
I want the clarity of challenge.
And I've been waiting all along.
To serenade the hungry, with an ever fasting song.
Well I may be the tortoise...
But thank Christ I'm not the moth.
The flames don't look so brillian...
When it's not all you've got.
And I don't wanna lose my edge this time.
Because they all seem ravenous.
And I don't wanna hurt you all tonight.
'Cause you don't know me.
The life I chose, is a one pound penny and...
I ask for nothing more.
*go*
Call to arms my boy!
Calm the waters, my God!
Go to war... the men with guns.
It's still raining and I haven't felt a drop...
This must be my stop.
