You must have fallen from the sky.
You must have shattered in your own way.
You brought so many to the light,
and now you're by yourself.
And there's a point in every fight,
when giving up is only okay,
and everyone has said fight1,
and now you're caught yourself.
You need somewhere to fall apart,
someone to fall apart,
somewhere2 to fall apart.
[:56] And the cruels of man, the blackened rag3
The fool's the bore, the powdered hag4
The nights they make the rattle lag5
The wolves that follow the ousted man
The falling star, the way we are divine
The rules that never ever multiply6
You must have fallen from the sky
1. Unclear, fine, fight; michealt comments, "sounds to me like 'and never one has said fight'"2. michealt comments, "some more" . . .Trouble is that that doesn't make much sense."3. michealt, "And the cools of man, the blacking rag"4. michealt, "the powers that bore the powdered hag [powers pronounced with "oo" instead of "ow" happens in some dialects, but I'm not sure it works for this voice"5. the lights that make the rabble nag (? or "rattle nag"?)6. the rules that never never more subscribe (? subscribe can't be right, it doesn't make sense, but that's what it sounds like?)the rules that never never more define (? ?)