Horses In Disguise

The same old visions at night
Holding papers, sticks, and a light
We build a home and a pyre
And gather 'round the coldest fire
It's all but a childish desire
Light the match and set on the choir
Watch our little world as it dies
A little lie is all it requires
To win the prize
And send him up to paradise
And still the ashes glow in my sorry eyes
Seldom voices would rise
At the looming fall of the wise
Land of joy and despise
Echo horses in disguise
The same old visions at night
Holding papers, sticks, and a light
We build a home and a pyre
And gather 'round the coldest fire
The sorrow comes
To the beating of the lethal drums
But not a single tear in my steady eyes
Oh, burning bright
Easing in its slow decline
Still standing proud in my worried mind
Still standing proud in my worried mind