Letra Gift Of The Flame de Phideaux

By the ivory coast sits a man
In a most angry pose
He?s wasting away
As the buzzards peck little holes
There?s a boy by a pool
Who simply can?t move but to drool
Staring ever in to a silly grin
Trapped beside the pool

And across the way
There?s a man who can?t wait
His stomach growls and he salivates
Never to be satisfied, nor to die

Hour by hour I wait for my flower to bloom
It?s a hideous black mushroom
Odious spore of doom
And I crouch by the glass
In the underpass of the moon
Wondering what?s in store
Beyond my bolted door

And across the hall
There?s a man who just waits
He?s sick to death and he gives in to Fate
Never does he try not to die
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By the ivory coast sits the suet man
Still in chains as day by day
The buzzard birds bite bits away
And he sacrificed himself
Stealing fire that we could tame