Dance of the Peddlers - Gazelle Twin

Burning bright, the mighty white began the fight

Stealing voicemail in the night, skip to the right

On what wings dare they aspire?

What the hand dare seize the fire?

And this, this cold blood is thicker than wine or water

More or less, illusions should speak much louder now

Just clap, stand, watch the flickering candle

And a mirror angled to deflect a scandal

So when the stars threw down their spears

And water’d heaven with their tears

Did you smile your work to see?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

One for all, they rise, we fall, a dirty brawl

Locked in stocks by the town hall, hung from the wall

What the hammer?

What the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

On this, this green field that suckles our sons and daughters

Cutting edge, a blade that brings us all to the slaughter

Clap, stand, listen to the sages

It’s the middle ages but with lesser wages

So when the stars threw down their spears

And water’d heaven with their tears

Did you smile your work to see?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?