Iron Flower

why you ask me how I am, I’m fine I wonder is it sane (is it sane)
to pierce purple eyeballs made of china
I love you like a son, like a game I have won
like a toothbrush I used for the Eiffel Tower
my youth, it is gone, it’s a boot stuck in the ground
is there truth to be found in an iron flower
Mmmm… I will try hard to be a spark of power
mmmm… I will, I’ll never be your iron flower
Stone please explain (please explain)
why your silence makes more noise then thunder
bones, is it sane (is it sane)
to obey me and the flesh you’re under
Your words are soon gone and it hurts, I have none
take a jump from your pretty linguistic tower