Seven Candles - Shirokuma

Bring down the end

And start again

Light the the seven candles

Harvest the blood from my hands

Cry into my hands

Hide inside my lungs

Just give me what I want

And follow me down

His head is a matchstick

A spark is all it takes

His arms like knives

Sharp and ready

His feets like debt

Relentlessly on the move

A leader

A merchant

A thief

A murderer

There’s no way out

I gave all you asked for

Now I have all you want

Bring down the end

And start again

Take every last inch of m

Harvest the blood from my hands