The Phantom Carriage

Red wine, a table set
You pray to eat your prey
Yet I raise a glass
The thrill is gone

Res cogitans, res cogitans
Solo

Bloodline, declining stray
The bottom of a tree
Yet I make my way
Back to the sea

Alma mater, alma mater
Solo

Chase the trail
Then clean it up
Mold your own

Nosce te ipsum, nosce te ipsum
Nosce te ipsum, nosce te ipsum
Nosce te ipsum, nosce te ipsum



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