Fortune's Daughter - The Armed

Torn sweater, eagle talon sunrise

Missteps cookie cutter sleep

Lux prisons in subdivisions

Sprawl crawl is now a creep

Fortune daughter, end of laughter

Spandex covered latex crown

Call the guards his tongue is bleeding

It’s over, now bow down

We’ll find a place

Take arms

It’ll all blow over

Directionless toilet chatter

Thirsty girls and dinner burns

An ostrich in ankle cords

You touch the stove and never learn

Justice is a toe smack face plant

Loose strings fried to pieces

Crumbs of distorted sunlight

Threesomes with Zeus' nieces

We’ll find a place

Take arms

It’ll all blow over

Eat the dirt

Thirst for more

We’ll find a place

Take arms

It’ll all blow over