Lyrics Dark Horses - Piano Magic

Dark Horses

When you’re preoccupied
Like a moth with the light
We are sacking your life
We are bleeding your pipes
When you’re hooked by the line
By the crook of your spine
We are sparking the knives
We are Frankenstein
When you’re preoccupied
By the junk of your life
We are marking your card
We are catching off-guard
When you’re thanking the Lord
For the fat of your land
We are cutting the cord
We are back of the hand
Our love is the love of the loveless
Our tears are the tears of the bird
Our side is the side of the sideshow
And our blood is as good as our word
Dark horses, our handshake is fatal
Our seal is a stamp to the heart
We cut through the din like a rattle
Our violence is closer to art
Dark horses, our handshake is fatal
Our seal is a stamp to the heart
We cut through the din like a rattle
Our violence is closer to art
Our love is the love of the loveless
Our tears are the tears of the bird
Our side is the side of the sideshow
And our blood is as good as our word