flaming red

failure's child is weak and mild, wide-eyed and sad and strange, a moment is the most, she'll hang her day upon, others plan a life, without the faintest hope of change, and belay all her knowledge, of where hope has gone, in these ugly times, an ugly mind will have its say, and your betters would not, have it any other way, oh my eyes, for the sins i may not shed, burn like coals inside my head, smoldering black and flaming red, oh my eyes, for the sins i may not shed, burn like coals inside my head, smoldering black and flaming red, reconciled and pacified, by bread and circus clowns, who keep you all in stitches, as they keep you down, dust yourself down, tell me what on earth, the fuss was for, 'cause what you've seen is nothing, to what's still in store, in these ugly times, an ugly mind will have its say, and your betters would not, have it any other way, oh my eyes, for the sins i may not shed, burn like coals inside my head, smoldering black and flaming red, oh my eyes, for the sins i may not shed, burn like coals inside my head, smoldering black and flaming red, oh my eyes, for the sins i may not shed, burn like coals inside my head, smoldering black and flaming red