Iron Fist Alchemist

Freeze, the witness freeze pressed between the leaves
In a nest the anesthesian weaves
Crow, we all eat crow, filled beneath below the bitter pill
That the philistines extol

And the auctioneer cum alchemist is drawing near
And the gavel rears it's iron fist and you're still here

Toast our hero toast limp and comatose
To the brim of a thimble full of hope

And the auctioneer cum alchemist is drawing near
And the gavel rears it's iron fist and you're still here

There'a a man on the ledge with his feet of clay
And he picks at the knot that he cannot fray
And he hopes against hopes it would just go away

There's a man on the ledge with his feet of clay
And he dreams of a place that he can't explain
And he hopes against hopes he could just fly away

Sleep with the sleep pressed between the leaves
In the nest the anesthesian dreams

And the auctioneer cum alchemist is drawing near
And the gavel rears it's iron fist and you're still here