Evening. Coming through the crowd. I hold my head high. Straining. Out here dissonance surrounds. I hold my head high. I see the wings behind your back.
The house caught on fire in the winter. The bosses lay slain. And each of the workers decided to ten-fold their pay. And they saw in the mirror the sun had been shot down in flames.
The house caught on fire in the winter. The bosses lay slain. And each of the workers decided to ten-fold their pay. And they saw in the mirror the sun had been shot down in flames.