Save a Horse, Ride a Daoboy

I'll use the feathers as hammers, shoveling coal for the queen bee

And be equally disheveled, fighting bruises off, refusing to sleep

I'm a child of empty promises

A product of mistakes

But I'm thankful for the false impressions made

Horizon breaks through to me

So what's another throat to hold this knife to

When it's been against mine for years

Bludgeoned and blue

These rods and cones can only take so much

From your empty words to this bending crutch

Was it inherited? I can never know

But I'll find all my answers with my baggage in tow

There's an art to starting fires

Let's see how many bridges we can burn

Do not listen to the sirens, they will drain you then spare you the antidote

None of these songs are about you, how does it feel

Rolling, turn over this hill