Foxbeard

I knew a man who found a forest overseas
He grew his beard like the grounds bear trees
Callous his hands, his heart bled dry
He kept his fire in the clutch of his eyes

He painted with a dark stroke, dirty on the canvas
Creation was holy but we chose against it
The devil knows he’s evil no need to proclaim
It’s the choices we make the bring glory to his name

Mr. Fox I know you’ve got a secret to tell
But folks we live just to hear ourselves
Talk, talk talk
Non stop stop stop
And it goes goes goes
Until we know, know, know
Know not what we say
Know not what we do

I knew a lady lost the forest for the trees
She grew a lust to bury all underneath
She cut to their heart, she bled them dry
She kept her fire burning up to the sky

She’s building up her kingdom of sticks and stones
I hear the words in between they tend to never hold
Was she living ever after or making belief
She kept away from the heart the things unseen

I don’t want to be your monkey boy
But my cymbals are crashing
My teeth oh they chatter
Cause I’m cold, cold, cold
Without your claps, claps, claps
And I don’t know, know know
If this is ever, ever gonna stop