Salute Your Maker
Joan Darwin & Moon Walker
3:01The claud hand of death has strangled me thousands of times Now my life is a sacrifice to life itself If light rides in from the past, what's to say we're not at last? Watching life relapse Searching for distant memories of foggy, bored fever dreams God is an addict and we all might be addicts too God is an addict and we all might be addicts too God is an addict and we all might be addicts too The cold sway of death has danced these floors thousands of times All just trying to find new ways to get on by Each feather plucked from the bird is a wasted wish come true And now the floor is covered with plumes Should we write our fate away? Here's a blank page We write our fate away? Here's a blank page Write our fate away? Here's a blank page We write our fate away? Here's a blank page Write our fate away? Here's a blank page