Seven Candles

Bring down the end
And start again
Light the the seven candles
Harvest the blood from my hands

Cry into my hands
Hide inside my lungs
Just give me what I want
And follow me down

His head is a matchstick
A spark is all it takes
His arms like knives
Sharp and ready
His feets like debt
Relentlessly on the move

A leader
A merchant
A thief
A murderer

There's no way out
I gave all you asked for
Now I have all you want

Bring down the end
And start again
Take every last inch of me
Harvest the blood from my hands