Hunting Hound

I worship you, my loving God
And sublimate my gold and straw
This has been my token for all my years

I catch a glimpse, familiar faces
Spinning masks in Brahma's guise
I'll meet their eyes to pay my toll
No recognition from the sky

I have built an elevator
13 floors, I stop at each
Door to door, to sell my soul
Please get in line to have a piece

My colleagues have their bottles upright
I am drinking, want for praise
A waiting room devoid of sound
I am an empty-handed hunting hound

Soy naufragios del mar, ya ves
If only someone could take my place
The ship is nearly anchored now
I am an empty-handed hunting hound



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Preston
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