Fed to the Lights

Do they walk in the dark unafraid of the coming year?
Do they stand with a smile as the wound's held open?
Bright wings painted black always reaching out to be fed
Those dreary eyes never stray at all

Still taken by the stare, forever there
With their dead wings turning up

(Every moment idyllic death)

Caught in the mouth again
The marriage of feather and flame
Idol in dissonance
Still left untamed (Still left untamed)
Wе never made any offеrs
It's just the body it needs
So don't go counting your losses
It's just the nature of things

It's all in interest of the art, old tower
Offer yourself to the midnight sun
Free from the shackles of your heart

Guide your hands through the dirt with us
Come spiral in
Pale faces on, discard the rest, and find your head
Lifting towards rebirth

The silent mirror opens
And they can't keep their dry mouths closed
Can't make out what they're saying
It sounds like letting go

Caught in the mouth again
The marriage of feather and flame
Idol in dissonance
Still left untamed (Still left untamed)
We never made any offers
It's just the body it needs
So don't go counting your losses
It's just the nature of things

They walk in the dark
Unafraid of the coming year
They stand with a smile
As the wound's held open

They walk in the dark
Unafraid of the coming year
They stand with a smile
As the wound's held open