Are you looking for magic
On the back of a pack of matches?
It seems like were trying to prove
That everything we pursue, we lose.
All you scorned lovers
Are you burnt so bad,
Your lips are covered
In black blood and scabs?
We seem to need some way
To vanish all these stains.
Take the trigger from the lowest bitter.
Take the bargain back again.
Are you covered in scratches
From them hacking you with their hatchets?
Are you chasing a trail of crumbs
And you cant recall where they came from?
Theyve come to
Steal your old self
And rent back what they stole.
They fatten you up
And swallow you whole.
And then they
Charge you for the pleasure
Of making you plain.
When youre finally getting something,
Its only the blame.
If you let bitterness
Get in your home,
Get in your chest,
It gets into your bones.
Weve been bought
And weve been sold,
They try but they cant keep hold.
We burn, but we dont turn to coal.
Were hills all filled with gas and gold.
Take the trigger from the lowest bitter.
Take the bargain back again.
Take it back!