Working horse,
Looking at the starting line
Nowhere near cloud nine
All hindsight
I found a place to hide
But it gets too quiet
Working horse,
The world turns in my room
Push me, pull me through
Bad mirror, broken moon
Small black flowers bloom
When it gets too quiet
Sick of the same old song
Be it queen or be it pawn
Battle is my siren song
I've been away too long
From blood and fire
Working horse
Push back the wall of thorns
Blood letting leaflets scorn
Veins still running warm
Will I sleep at all?
When it gets too quiet
Racing horse
Nose on the starting line
Burning up inside
Can't keep still, I've tried
Blood beats by will tonight
'Cause it got too quiet
Sick of the same old song
Cap the pen and draw the sword
Battle is my siren song
I've been away too long
From blood and fire
Sick of the same old song
Cap the pen and draw the sword
Battle is my siren song
I've been away too long
From blood and fire
Be the king Minos to my horned brute
But keep the reins loose
Heaven knows what I might do:
Ring out the old and ring in the new
Can't stand your thousand crowded journals,
Your eternal dress rehearsals
Take the days that run in circles,
Give me nights that leave me breathless
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