“All branded by fire yet begging to burn. We build on the pyre, with scriptures of old. And praise be the lyre who weeps in return. (points to muffin) To let us respire as torment unfolds. God with ink-stained hand glowers briskly above. To forge his command in the fuel of the flame We'll sift through the sands and when push comes to shove Your fate has been planned, you're the jewel in his name
Oh, muffin.. You're different.. (almost whispered) Set us free. If for noone, At least for me. Oh.....
As they bite the dust, just you and me remain. All the white to rust. Yet in vain, I still guard your glory. Held in my purgatory.
Hobby Shops
“All branded by fire yet begging to burn.
We build on the pyre, with scriptures of old.
And praise be the lyre who weeps in return. (points to muffin)
To let us respire as torment unfolds.
God with ink-stained hand glowers briskly above.
To forge his command in the fuel of the flame
We'll sift through the sands and when push comes to shove
Your fate has been planned, you're the jewel in his name
Oh, muffin..
You're different.. (almost whispered)
Set us free.
If for noone,
At least for me.
Oh.....
As they bite the dust, just you and me remain.
All the white to rust. Yet in vain,
I still guard your glory.
Held in my purgatory.
Oh muffin.. You're nothin'.. Oh muffinnnnn”