Album: Ironiclast (2010)Black HeartI hope you've taken notice of the wandering eyes, all the circling wagons and where I draw the line
All the birds of prey that keep searching have come to feast on my little black heart
Some get discouraged while the other ones starve
We've got to keep moving
And though the dust might settle my bones, my blood will sneak out after dark
Tracking scents like a hound dog hunting party that catches you and bring you to my little black heart
A blank slate in the water with nothing sinking in, and I just keep repeating every goddamn thing
I try to trim some fat from the evening, throw some meat to the wolves gathered round
I still get discouraged because it's just slowing me down
We've got to keep moving
And though the dust might settle my bones, my blood will sneak out after dark
Tracking scents like a hound dog hunting party that catches you and bring you to my little black heart
Everybody's got their own thing, what's mine is yours and yours is nothing
Everybody's got their own thing, what's mine is mine and I got something
And though the dust might settle my bones, my blood will sneak out after dark
Tracking scents like a hound dog hunting party that catches you and bring you to my little black heart
And even if you're nowhere to be found, I have been searching from the start
Time will set the trap as strong as I was that catches you and brings you to my little black heart
