Trust thrown on the table
A broken lazy Susan reflects on Can and Abel
Dust
It's all we leave behind so isn't it ironic that we walk amongst it with such pride?
Simplified it's a wrecking ball breaking down buried walls
Underneath lies a dormant soul
Creation through destruction
Trust taken beyond the ink is pissing in the well from which you drink
Dust
It's all we leave behind so isn't it ironic that we walk amongst it with such pride?
Simplified it's a wrecking ball breaking down buried walls
Underneath lies a dormant soul
Creation through destruction
Trust in nothing
Trust in nothing
This dream it seems may never die
Wipe that smile now from your eyes