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Blood-drained white, your fingers look like bone
Gun-metal grip(ped). And everything in slow motion
Valkyries singing/howling overhead
The ground shakes, and the roses are painted red
CHORUS:
Straw man I know just what you’re feeling
Straw man It’s too late to change
Straw man, you fall so freely. You burn so easy
(and) You’re drawn like a moth to the flame
HEAD
In your pocket is a picture, and a letter home
(But) The sweat from your chest makes the writing run
Mind full of murder and entropy
A twisted cross around your neck that cannot see
CHORUS/HEAD
Smell that iron in the air
You want to close your eyes. But you’ve got to bear
Down the chain, just like rain
Falling from the sky don’t want to die (no)
CHORUS/HEAD
Beyond the smoke and out of view
Is another straw man just like you
And in their thrones, and in the clear
Is every (fucking) fat cat that [put/sent] us here
CHORUS/HEAD
OUTRO
Your heart a drum. The sky aglow.
You crest the ridge. Against A red sun rising/sinking low
Somewhere someone cuts the stone
You hear the pipes call you home… (snare hit)