Fed to the Lights

Do they walk in the dark unafraid of the coming year Do they stand with a smile as the wounds held open Bright wings painted black always reaching out to be fed Those dreary eyes never stray at all Still taken by the stare, forever there With their dead wings turning up (Every moment idyllic death) Caught in the mouth again The marriage of feather and flame Idol in dissonance Still left untamed (still left untamed) We never made any offers It's just the body it needs So don't go counting your losses It's just the nature of things It's all in interest of the art, old tower Offer yourself up to the midnight sun Free from the shackles of your heart Guide your hands through the dirt with us Come spiral in Pale faces on; discard the rest And find your head Lifting towards rebirth The silent mirror opens They can't keep their dry mouths closed Can't make out what they're saying It sounds like letting go Caught in the mouth again The marriage of feather and flame Idol in dissonance Still left untamed (still left untamed) We never made any offers It's just the body it needs So don't go counting your losses It's just the nature of things They walk in the dark Unafraid of the coming year They stand with a smile As the wounds held open They walk in the dark Unafraid of the coming year They stand with a smile As the wounds held open