Unicorn Tapestry Woven in Fire

Ignite, show their faces
Set the tapestry on fire

You've dripped merely a few feet away from my pew
What isn't a plank in my eye is completely out of view
Weaving a picture from the threads of lies
Caught up in the image, can't see what's inside

Edge burns a coil in the breeze
Silk spins in the desert of our dreams

They coagulate like milk fat from the chew
Shedding sun spills spoils on 99 percent of you
Wipe up the drippings with crumpled faces of fathers
Burning the rest not blood dressed, with no care nor bother
Take down their artifice, ten thousand threads
Count the dead, you're outspent, armoured rotten burlap
It reeks in here, at the root, at the core
There's no feed, there's no giver, there's no creek, there's no saviour

It hangs in the doorway, ooh
It hangs in the doorway, ooh
It hangs in the doorway, ooh
It hangs in the doorway, ooh

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