Silver Strings

Silver strings make the world go round
Or so it seems, in its right place
In its right place
Corporate king, with his money bags and his rings
He'll spit on you for a penny or a price
Just to sleight you
Graveyard vines, tangle, entwine you
The men who built his fortune up

Up and away
Through wick and flame the skies look grey
Up and away
A desert king on silver strings today

Silver strings make your head go round
Or so it seems, in its right place
In its right place
Your brain is on the dime
Of some suit behind the sky
Coding your thoughts through this life

Up and away
Through wick and flame the future's grey
Up and away
A desert king on silver strings today