Lyrics Horsetail Feathers - FINAL FANTASY
I′m
smarter
than
a
chair,
until
it
needs
Red
paint
Then
I'm
amazed
in
a
forest
of
stares
Crying
oil,
and
picking
horsetail
feathers
From
my
eyes
A
grin
of
shadows
press
my
face
I
am
a
forger
or
a
fake
Who
dabs
and
bursts
each
blood-filled
egg
And
whips
his
raw
steak
of
a
brush
into
an
X
I
wanna
quit
with
all
my
skin
But
I
can′t
find
a
place
to
sit
with
all
this
red
On
my
hands
Or
even
trace
these
slapdash
tears
back
to
The
start
I
coat
it
twice,
and
thrice
I
rub
it
on
with
tan
lotion
And
like
a
child,
I
let
it
stream
Watching
it
ebb,
full
of
emotion
My
neighbour
stares,
I'm
red
as
Mars
(He's
smarter
than
a
can
of
paint)
It
looks
real
nice,
he
finally
says
And
where′s
your
lovely
wife
today?
She′s
in
the
house
baking
a
cake.
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