Who Affects the Sunset
Who affects the sunset?
Sick man in a mask flies a white flag
I see crystal cups
I make dirty fingers
Dig out the books and lungs
Under this theater
Whose mark is on today,
Who alive had a say
A prisoner a leech of history
So who affects the sunset
Who affects the sunset
I'm a citizen, a machine, a machinist
In this head there's a compass
But where's the rose
And which road is it leading towards
Who knows, who knows
These creature habits keep our hands open
Wrapped like a flag on a hammer
I shook glowing sand through paralyzed fingers
And i grasped at a chance
To bring about a real civilization
Here's a sutured smile
Here's a dispossessed mile
It's a building on fire
There's a working hand tired
So who affects the sunset
I'm a citizen a machine a machinist
In this head there's a compass
Where's the rose
And which road is leading towards
Who knows, who knows
Where's your comfort coming from is it alone?
Where's your comfort coming from is it alone?
Where's your comfort coming from is it alone?
Where's your comfort coming from is it alone?
I'm a citizen a machine a machinist
In this head there's a compass
Where's the rose
And which road is leading towards
Who knows, who knows
Sick man in a mask flies a white flag
I see crystal cups
I make dirty fingers
Dig out the books and lungs
Under this theater
Whose mark is on today,
Who alive had a say
A prisoner a leech of history
So who affects the sunset
Who affects the sunset
I'm a citizen, a machine, a machinist
In this head there's a compass
But where's the rose
And which road is it leading towards
Who knows, who knows
These creature habits keep our hands open
Wrapped like a flag on a hammer
I shook glowing sand through paralyzed fingers
And i grasped at a chance
To bring about a real civilization
Here's a sutured smile
Here's a dispossessed mile
It's a building on fire
There's a working hand tired
So who affects the sunset
I'm a citizen a machine a machinist
In this head there's a compass
Where's the rose
And which road is leading towards
Who knows, who knows
Where's your comfort coming from is it alone?
Where's your comfort coming from is it alone?
Where's your comfort coming from is it alone?
Where's your comfort coming from is it alone?
I'm a citizen a machine a machinist
In this head there's a compass
Where's the rose
And which road is leading towards
Who knows, who knows
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