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