Axes And Owl Eyes lyrics
Aspiring
The chimney sweeps Step after staggering step Struggles the enfeebled son Ascending the blackening spires of towers Charcoal stains under his fingernails Could be a claw for the flesh stretched upon it Eyes gaze dead bent On death bent sons Brief as wind, the sons go every which way With no place We can finally breathe
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