Setting Sun

You bite the hands
that are holding you
Sink your teeth down to the bone
Leading actor
skilled distractor
from a broken world
As the inside goes unshown
When it's all said and done
And your terracotta
army's on the run
No I won't get caught revolving
'round your setting sun
You hold a weight
that's consuming you
Shoulders pushed down
to the floor
Conscience rattles
winning battles
with a painted smile
While you're doomed
to lose the war
When it's all said and done
And your terracotta
army's on the run
No I won't get caught revolving
'round your setting sun