Iceage
On My Fingers
They try to feed me in times of hungerBut I refuse their generous handsThough I am a taker, an opportunistI’ve got longings no offer can standTake a good look hereMarble at this stunner of a being so profoundHe must be our saviourThe second comingHe has come here to waltz aroundI don’t care whose house is on fireAs long as I can warm myself at the blazeOf burning furnish, cherished photographsUnrelated hellCome here and balanceOn my fingersThey will be here for youWhen its all you have leftI always lied to you, did you not knowAnd I’ll put you in manacles, doesn’t it showLittle bird land on my fingersI will place a stone on each of your hostile wingsCan you transcend my force in your broken allureFlee in my shackles, I´ll be coming after you
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