Who was born without intent
Under cover of the rotting roof
Whose father died in the ocean's bed
Left the heavy anchor to whom
Those who had to draw lots
Give the distinctive light
Figures are steadfast
Give dislocated hands
Even in peace, at rest
You're choked by lace of facts
Gathering ash I started to harden
So reality will lose its teeth
These conundrums are killing as well
Shouldn’t have known there’s a solution, to start with
Give my distinctive light back
Figures are steadfast
Give dislocated hands
Even in peace, at rest
You're choked by lace of facts