Inches

Mild life crisis
Sharp edge limits
Milk the bronze cow and taste the acid
While falling down
Into broken arms
Tie the noose tight, enjoy the ride

With ego shut
With ego
Shut all up

Hanging from the door
Inches from the floor
Hanging from the door
Inches from the floor

Triumph of vice (over)
Triumph of vice (virtue)
Dress the devil in hallow cloaks
Quench the bellows if ache is dull

Hanging from the door
Inches from the floor
Hanging from the door
Inches from the floor
Hanging from the door
Inches from the floor
Hanging from the door
Inches from the floor

In the dangers that weave it all
Have the fires out in control
In the pleasures that risk it all
In the dangers that weave it all
Have the fires out in control
In the pleasures that risk it all



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