Towards the black cat of the night
A hint of the fight
Distorts what we see
And what we know
Crash into the canvas of a plain
A taste of your grace
Ignites a flame
Take you away from the mounds of pain
Stand to the beat of the marching feet
Brush off all the dust
The pixies and the lust
A coroner to bust
A simple plan
With my hatchet and my cross
I will not confront
I'll become of one
Inside you
Take you away from the mounds of pain
Stand to the beat of the marching feet
It's just a funny tune
Just crash and burn
A stack of two
So bleak but true
A kiss of death
A table without any legs
Take you away from the mounds of pain
Stand to the beat of the marching feet
Take
