Biographies found in victory’s nest
Spinning tales of poor Neanderthals
Before fire brings its rest
Speak of virgin retreats, curled and black
Succumbing to the stationary
Progress falls prey to the wind

A tree falls in the forest
Will she turn to face the noise?
Glory, grab your guns!
The crime scene meets the black light
Shows her silky spider drapes
Glory, grab your guns!

The fire pits blaze in the deep and dark
Throwing spectre films for glassy stares
Against rocky walls so stark
Whisper smoky shadows to the living dead
While revelation waits just outside
To be claimed and thrown away

Response to the flame
Divides cherry and ash

Lyrics submitted by Chamber Lace

Turkish Silver song meanings
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