| Divide all of the spoils, take more than we deserve | |
| Chasing flickering lights, almost there | |
| Reaching, stretching our limbs, circling, then losing in | |
| Oh beautiful siren | |
| These trophies shine on the horizon, begging | |
| To be gained. It craves to be gained by selfish eyes | |
| Graves lust broods in us, keeps us sick where we stand | |
| Nothing comes, but it leaves us alone, us as lambs | |
| Starry-eyed appetites, gaping mouths, hands | |
| Now we've won the prize at last but we'll never pick out the shards of glass | |
| We'll spend the rest of our lives digging | |
| And is this golden chair that we sit in more fitting than the rags we've shed | |
| This token marks no end, it marks where we begin again | |
| Glittering prizes tear us into twins, divide our desire | |
| Feed us or dispel this craving we serve | |
| At the rainbow's end, we drink from the fountain | |
| Now cloud ten, to search for eleven | |
| At the rainbows end | |
| Now we've won the prize at last but we'll never pick out the shards of glass | |
| We'll spend the rest of our lives digging | |
| And is this golden chair that we sit in more fitting than the rags we've shed | |
| This token marks no end, it marks where we begin again | |
| It marks where we begin again |
| Divide all of the spoils, take more than we deserve | |
| Chasing flickering lights, almost there | |
| Reaching, stretching our limbs, circling, then losing in | |
| Oh beautiful siren | |
| These trophies shine on the horizon, begging | |
| To be gained. It craves to be gained by selfish eyes | |
| Graves lust broods in us, keeps us sick where we stand | |
| Nothing comes, but it leaves us alone, us as lambs | |
| Starryeyed appetites, gaping mouths, hands | |
| Now we' ve won the prize at last but we' ll never pick out the shards of glass | |
| We' ll spend the rest of our lives digging | |
| And is this golden chair that we sit in more fitting than the rags we' ve shed | |
| This token marks no end, it marks where we begin again | |
| Glittering prizes tear us into twins, divide our desire | |
| Feed us or dispel this craving we serve | |
| At the rainbow' s end, we drink from the fountain | |
| Now cloud ten, to search for eleven | |
| At the rainbows end | |
| Now we' ve won the prize at last but we' ll never pick out the shards of glass | |
| We' ll spend the rest of our lives digging | |
| And is this golden chair that we sit in more fitting than the rags we' ve shed | |
| This token marks no end, it marks where we begin again | |
| It marks where we begin again |
| Divide all of the spoils, take more than we deserve | |
| Chasing flickering lights, almost there | |
| Reaching, stretching our limbs, circling, then losing in | |
| Oh beautiful siren | |
| These trophies shine on the horizon, begging | |
| To be gained. It craves to be gained by selfish eyes | |
| Graves lust broods in us, keeps us sick where we stand | |
| Nothing comes, but it leaves us alone, us as lambs | |
| Starryeyed appetites, gaping mouths, hands | |
| Now we' ve won the prize at last but we' ll never pick out the shards of glass | |
| We' ll spend the rest of our lives digging | |
| And is this golden chair that we sit in more fitting than the rags we' ve shed | |
| This token marks no end, it marks where we begin again | |
| Glittering prizes tear us into twins, divide our desire | |
| Feed us or dispel this craving we serve | |
| At the rainbow' s end, we drink from the fountain | |
| Now cloud ten, to search for eleven | |
| At the rainbows end | |
| Now we' ve won the prize at last but we' ll never pick out the shards of glass | |
| We' ll spend the rest of our lives digging | |
| And is this golden chair that we sit in more fitting than the rags we' ve shed | |
| This token marks no end, it marks where we begin again | |
| It marks where we begin again |
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