Setting Sun

You bite the hands that are holding you Sink your teeth down to the bone Leading actor, skilled distractor from a broken world As the inside goes unshown When it's all said and done And your terracotta army's on the run No I won't get caught revolving 'round your setting sun You hold a weight that's consuming you Shoulders pushed down to the floor Conscience rattles, winning battles with a painted smile While you're doomed to lose the war When it's all said and done And your terracotta army's on the run No I won't get caught revolving 'round your setting sun