Foxbeard

I new a man who found a forest overseas
He grew his beard like the grounds bear trees
Callous his hand, his heart bled dry
He kept the fire in the clutch of his eyes
He painted with a dark stroke, dirty on a canvas
Creation was holy, but we chose against a man

The devil knows he's evil
No need to proclaim
It's the choices we make that bring glory

Glory to his name, glory to his name
Glory to his name, glory to his name

Oh, mr. Fox I know you've got a secret to tell
But folks we live just to hear ourselves
Keep talk talk talk
Non stop stop stop
And it goes goes goes
Untill we know know know
Know not what we say

I knew a lady lost the forest for the trees
She grew a lust to bury all underneath
She cut to their hearts, she bled them dry
She kept the fire burning up to the sky
She's building up her kingdom, of sticks and stones
I hear the words in between
Tend to never hold
Was she living ever after, or making believe
She kept away from the heart

The things unseen, things unseen
Things unseen, things unseen

And I don't want to be your monkey boy
But my cymbals are crashing
My teeth, oh, they shatter
Cause I'm cold, cold, cold
Without your clap, clap, clap
And I don't know, know, know
If this is ever
If this is ever gonna stop, ever gonna stop
Ever gonna stop, ever gonna stop