Look behind, your head is on fire
Whirling masses, rolling ashes
Keep on yawning, career dawning
Life is tasteless, folding paces
To turn away from the night
Allowing the light a low
He's surely fooling yourself
Leaving life on the shelf
You'll never know
How low an angry heart can go
How long a sitting hands return meant
Look behind, your head is on fire
Whirling masses, rolling ashes
Keep on yawning, career dawning
Life is tasteless, folding paces
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look behind your head's on fire whorling masses rolling ashes cling more fawning career dawning life in stasis fording paces to turn away from the night allowing the light alone is surely fooling yourself leaving half on the shelf you'll never know how low an angry heart can go (look behind your, head's on fire) soon hold on asserting hands return me does anybody else here feel like you ignored of all these good things had to be is it just me