Fistful of Swoon

the stench of sulfur climbing up the drain open up your chest your heart would smell the same you got a lot of nerve to find your old manâ??s word mud on your boots you got lust in your veins the shriek of sirens singing out of tune a dozen black roses in a hideous room you got a swagger you got a fistful of swoon blood on your hands steady that silver spoon though your towers were tall and your powers were grand you could not understand how you fell from great heights and you burrowed with speed a kingdom you did lead from heaven to hell cast from the garden with conning the rage biding your time through dark and empty days trade in your cannons your tenants and rules for pandemonium high capital ruse ashes to ashes dust to dust all for not if not for all of us mighty king you held the reins you drove your chariot right down the drain though your towers were tall and your powers were grand you could not understand how you fell from great heights and you burrowed with speed a kingdom you did lead from heaven to hell though your towers were tall and your powers were grand you could not understand how you fell from great heights and you burrowed with speed a kingdom you did lead from heaven to hell