sleep till you change the world,
iron rods on your shoulder-
carry them till the furnace.
thousand fireflies hovering above the chest
of your ember.
truth, he is your little boy
dont curse him if he eats you for dinner.
iron rods on your shoulder-
carry them till the furnace.
thousand fireflies hovering above the chest
of your ember.
truth, he is your little boy
dont curse him if he eats you for dinner.