Lyrics In Speed - Faun Fables

In Speed

Who cares about you
If you live or die?
All I need is me and my thoughts
Motion forward never backwards
I’m fine
For my momentum is hypnotizing
My work exiling
Let’s speed up
Without grace and running
You’ve got a nail through your heart
I’d say you’ve got a nail through your soul
No wonder you are the way you are
How many nails might have gotten through?
Forty-five nails through the center of my thoughts
Fifty-two nails if you count the ones through the heart
For this is my parade I’m going to
This is my parade and I’m not inviting you
Warm weather troubles me
I feel I’m guilty when I see the verdant green
Bone dry, sparkle in the eye is a rare thing
A sped-up world leaves little room for living things
It never cooks the meals it eats
Bone dry, patience tried wen the old cross the street