They Rode On in the Friscalating Dusklight - The Riot Before

Repeat like the beat of a a dance floor

hold out for the grace of a discord

there’s a signal flare flying high in the air

right above where the survivors float

but the rescuers are scoutin' different skies

debris scatters the lingerin' smoke

the expensive secrets, the more casualties

Though currents may cross they have yet to intersect for me

Woa woa woa woa

I’m a fire fueled by paper burning hard and hot

your a canvas scooting backwards covering her eyes

I am ash I am embers in a moments time

You were cold, You move close but i can’t

I’m a fire fueled by paper burning hard and hot

your a canvas scooting backwards covering her eyes

I am ash I am embers in a moments time

you were cold, you move close but i can’t

be far from that day like a plant i will come from the grave

like the head of a baptist removed and served up on a plate

Oh it’s midnight or noon but no other hour of feast or famine I starve and

devour

the contrast its seeped in and the moment has passed

the pendulum stops at extremes and just swings through the rest