Stepped out of a door frame and whispered my name to myself
I wondered if I needed help upon my return
Or wished to simply burn bridges to a past wealth I held
In blind self esteem as an infant
Whispered, can you pierce this demeanor I hold
As a scolding hand came down to repeat old phrases
That simply confirmed my presence
Perhaps a line fallen into is quite pleasant
As feet march while mine turn away
And I knew something was up from quite a young age as
Crusted eyes open, stretched, took in my vision
“Ah this looks like a fucking mess”, I grimaced
But got complacent, loaded dirt onto the box and I
Buried that shit deep down as my head began to nod
In agreement with patterns of which I didn’t quite match
But my soul was kindling, ready to catch

And the crop to the coals
So old, so old
So we’re told
And the crop to the coals
So old, so old
So we’re told

As soil mixed with notes written when younger
And the anger in my slumber turn dreams into nightmares of hunger
Tearing a mind asunder and whispers of forgiveness to thunder
And I won’t linger here any longer
Stronger to realise the gales and waves have smoothed edges
So pledges to oneself is seldom for these legends
Who glare through memories of pain and smudged lenses
They’re tired of the roar so no screaming meets their senses
And I’m guessing a blessing is testing their resolve as thoughts
Of their own unreceived play back
Nesting in kindling distressing truth be told
As any flame may take, as I breathe like a smoke stack
See the embers dancing upwards, and that glow, and that glow
Testing the temper of the tethered as the flames grow, they grow

And the crop to the coals
So old, so old
So we’re told
And the crop to the coals
So old, so old
So we’re told

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah…

And the crop to the coals
I’m living so bold so
Fuck the control
Live in the blaze
Live in the blaze
Live in the blaze
Live in the blaze
Live in the blaze
Now, now

Crop to the coals
I’m living so bold and
Fuck the control
Live in the blaze
Live in the blaze
Live in the blaze
Live in the blaze
Yeah...

Crop to the coals
I’m living so bold and
Fuck the control
Live in the blaze
Live in the blaze
Live in the blaze...