Bread and Darkness

(tick, tick, tick)

Four AM, the flour rises Sifting through your cold disguises Sugar coating

all the lies

Glaze of ice behind your eyes

Knead the dough until it breaks

Oh, the bitter things we bake (ahhhh)

In the warmth of the bakery,

we burn, we burn To the ashes of a sweet mistake we

turn Bitter honey dripping

on the kitchen floor

We don't live here anymore

Oven door is locked and sealed

All the secrets are revealed

Smoke is creeping up the stairs

No one's left who even cares

We let it rise,

we let it fall

Now we've burnt it after all

(sweet, sweet mistake)

In the warmth of the bakery,

we burn, we burn To the ashes of a sweet mistake we

turn Bitter honey dripping

on the kitchen floor

We don't live here anymore

Just ash... And smoke... (shhhh)