Light lives closest to the source
When the fleeting day is done
An open mind in quinine shut
In marble task, the cards are cut
Lost all patience
Running out of breath
No vocations
The wicked and the rest
Stars that shine are still the same
But what's left is just the name
And abstract ? on the mark
In ironclad, the cards are marked
Lost all patience
Running out of breath
No vocations
The wicked and the rest
Push, turn, and do it again
Should iron turn to stone
Scars that smile are strangely cold
But what of numbness to an old wound
In ? ways, the cards came true
Lost all patience
Running out of breath
No vocations
The wicked and the rest
When the fleeting day is done
An open mind in quinine shut
In marble task, the cards are cut
Lost all patience
Running out of breath
No vocations
The wicked and the rest
Stars that shine are still the same
But what's left is just the name
And abstract ? on the mark
In ironclad, the cards are marked
Lost all patience
Running out of breath
No vocations
The wicked and the rest
Push, turn, and do it again
Should iron turn to stone
Scars that smile are strangely cold
But what of numbness to an old wound
In ? ways, the cards came true
Lost all patience
Running out of breath
No vocations
The wicked and the rest