The Chariot

It isn't the hammer
It isn't the tongs
It isn't the anvil
It isn't the sword

It lives in the embers
The sweat of your brow
It calls to you sweetly
Your vassal commands

The Chariot guarantees no throne
The Chariot will never bring you home
The Chariot will drive all love from you
See your world destroyed by your own hand

Inside the bellows
The glint in your eye
Under the steeples
A judge from On High

You think you control it
The horses break free
The pilot is trampled
As you turn to flee

The Chariot guarantees no throne
The Chariot will never bring you home
The Chariot will drive all love from you
See your world destroyed by your own hand

The Chariot guarantees no throne
The Chariot will never bring you home
The Chariot will drive all love from you
See your world destroyed by your own hand

Last one out blow out The Sun



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Rubano
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