Breton - Edward The Confessor

It felt like crystals
The last I heard
If we were faced with
The fate of the world

Take everything your filthy hands can carry
We'll leave everything just like we found it

We'll trace your bloodline
And spell your name

What made this all make sense
We'll learn to count to ten
We'll play with cancer cells
We'll make them turn straight back

I half expected that
Watch what this counter sells
We'll brave the sound of darkness
And get burned straight back

I could just easily detach
From where we'd begun
My other thieving sons
Had asked just what went wrong?

Watch as this heads straight first
Which of the scars came first
Which of us stays? Which terms?
Which of us waits his turn