If it's been burned, it won't catch fire
You can rake it over the coal
Wonder as it only grows cold
As an orphan moon
When we learn not to get tired
To take the heat without making our fire
And to laugh in the hole, to hold it up higher
If it doesn't taste good
You're not hungry enough
The deeds are stones
The hearts are hands
You know to throw
Before you can
And they all look like nails, when you have a hammer
Carpathia
Carpathia
Carpathia
Carpathia
So nail your colors to the mast
We all know the ship's going down
Let us take the seaweed crown
To the briny throne
All our names are spelled the same
In the lobby of the flesh arcade
Be not proud, but wear your finest
In the gilded heart parade
For we are slain
