Death Comes Your Way (feat. Jonny October)

Now, you could be the leaf in the breeze Or a dust mote Or the blood on the blade of a cutthroat Or the lamb Or a man, stranded in the tide until he drifts into the sand You could play the victim You could be the scammed You could be the conquered people of the land You can be deceived You can be the reed You could be the clear cut wood or the seeds Grow roots, stretch out, expand Mimic an old man's lines on his hands The rich man's time slips by like a serpent Because it can't be bought from a merchant Stains won't come out with detergent Out, damn spot, out! But it's permanent So we're burnin' it Pain, we're earnin' it Ask why I gaze up to the firmament So make haste, and stand still, stuck in place Stardust, we're all just stuff in space It's tough to grasp, but we must embrace And some will come to wonder what the fuck is faith It is or it isn't, it wasn't or it was We're dying to rig the system with a switch or a plug We tinker and we nudge It's addiction and buzz To put our hands on it And snap a stick in the mud But time is infinite And clock's an instrument For you to watch it all tick past in increments But if there was a dream, then we're all convinced in it All kinds of brilliant minds and simpletons I've heard it said that the eyes are the windows in The shining dancing bonfires in the winter There's a light within And if you find you begin to smell smoke It's 'cause I use the rhymes as kindlin'