Setting Sun - Patrick Joseph

You bite the hands that are holding you

Sink your teeth down to the bone

Leading actor, skilled distractor from a broken world

As the inside goes unshown

When it’s all said and done

And your terracotta army’s on the run

No I won’t get caught revolving 'round your setting sun

You hold a weight that’s consuming you

Shoulders pushed down to the floor

Conscience rattles, winning battles with a painted smile

While you’re doomed to lose the war

When it’s all said and done

And your terracotta army’s on the run

No I won’t get caught revolving 'round your setting sun