Lyrics Dance of the Peddlers - Gazelle Twin

Dance of the Peddlers

Burning bright, the mighty white began the fight
Stealing voicemail in the night, skip to the right
On what wings dare they aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And this, this cold blood is thicker than wine or water
More or less, illusions should speak much louder now
Just clap, stand, watch the flickering candle
And a mirror angled to deflect a scandal
So when the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears
Did you smile your work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
One for all, they rise, we fall, a dirty brawl
Locked in stocks by the town hall, hung from the wall
What the hammer?
What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
On this, this green field that suckles our sons and daughters
Cutting edge, a blade that brings us all to the slaughter
Clap, stand, listen to the sages
It’s the middle ages but with lesser wages
So when the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears
Did you smile your work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?