Faithless 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 bury all her knowledge of where her hand's 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
Smouldering black and flaming red
Oh my eyes
For the sins I may not shed
Burn like coals inside my head
Smouldering black and flaming red
Reconciled and pacified by bread and circus clowns
Who′ll 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
Smouldering black and flaming red
Oh my eyes
For the sins I may not shed
Burn like coals inside my head
Smouldering black and flaming red
Oh my eyes
For the sins I may not shed
Burn like coals inside my head
Smouldering black and flaming red
Writer(s): Leslie Thomas Pattinson, William Alfred Sergeant, John Reece Damon, Jake Brockman, Noel Andrew Burke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
