Curxes The Stars, Like Dust
Give them the gift
Give them the gift
'Cause if they gave it to me
I'd only waste it
Give him the gift
Give him the gift
'Cause if they passed it to me
I'd only waste it
Then we'll stand outside
The little world they've built
Of fears
When you outlive
When you outlive
An age of infinite dread
Your leisure left us with
Gold in a bag, wrapped in a flag
That doesn't love back
You found you came to the fore
For cloth that bore a myth
Now we stand outside
The little world they've built
For years
Now we stand outside
The little world they've built
The little world they've built
