Look behind, your head is on fire
Whirling masses, rolling ashes
Keep on yawning, career dawning
Life is tasteless, folding pacesTo turn away from the night
Allowing the light a low
He's surely fooling yourself
Leaving life on the shelfYou'll never know
How low an angry heart can go
How long a sitting hands return meantLook behind, your head is on fire
Whirling masses, rolling ashes
Keep on yawning, career dawning
Life is tasteless, folding paces
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