Dark Horses - Piano Magic

When you’re preoccupied

Like a moth with the light

We are sacking your life

We are bleeding your pipes

When you’re hooked by the line

By the crook of your spine

We are sparking the knives

We are Frankenstein

When you’re preoccupied

By the junk of your life

We are marking your card

We are catching off-guard

When you’re thanking the Lord

For the fat of your land

We are cutting the cord

We are back of the hand

Our love is the love of the loveless

Our tears are the tears of the bird

Our side is the side of the sideshow

And our blood is as good as our word

Dark horses, our handshake is fatal

Our seal is a stamp to the heart

We cut through the din like a rattle

Our violence is closer to art

Dark horses, our handshake is fatal

Our seal is a stamp to the heart

We cut through the din like a rattle

Our violence is closer to art

Our love is the love of the loveless

Our tears are the tears of the bird

Our side is the side of the sideshow

And our blood is as good as our word