Horse's mane
Engulfed in flames
I got one in the chamber I got four and some change
Rabid, estranged
From the food chain
The jackals carved away
When he grew fangs
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Echoed through the trees
Short of where the voices planned to be
Short of where the foliage could've reached
Confined
To what he could put into speech
Pine were all the needles at his feet
Mindless of the torture underneath
Horse's mane
Engulfed in flames
I got one in the chamber
I got four and some change
It got some range
It got my finger itching
Use it in vain
Result of the former with immaculate aim
Immaculate aim
Dragging its frame
Through the cool rain
Rabid, estranged
From the food chain
Confined to the shortness of his reach
Finally the fortune of the feast
Fine to put the water to his beak
Report
Echoed through the trees
Short of where the voices planned to be
Short of where the foliage could've reached
Horse's mane
Engulfed in flames
I got one in the chamber I got four and some change
Peter Brier - Food Chain Lyrics
Peter Brier - Food Chain Lyrics
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Horse's mane
Engulfed in flames
I got one in the chamber I got four and some change
Rabid, estranged
From the food chain
The jackals carved away
When he grew fangs
Report
Echoed through the trees
Short of where the voices planned to be
Short of where the foliage could've reached
Confined
To what he could put into speech
Pine were all the needles at his feet
Mindless of the torture underneath
Horse's mane
Engulfed in flames
I got one in the chamber
I got four and some change
It got some range
It got my finger itching
Use it in vain
Result of the former with immaculate aim
Immaculate aim
Dragging its frame
Through the cool rain
Rabid, estranged
From the food chain
Confined to the shortness of his reach
Finally the fortune of the feast
Fine to put the water to his beak
Report
Echoed through the trees
Short of where the voices planned to be
Short of where the foliage could've reached
Horse's mane
Engulfed in flames
I got one in the chamber I got four and some change
Engulfed in flames
I got one in the chamber I got four and some change
Rabid, estranged
From the food chain
The jackals carved away
When he grew fangs
Report
Echoed through the trees
Short of where the voices planned to be
Short of where the foliage could've reached
Confined
To what he could put into speech
Pine were all the needles at his feet
Mindless of the torture underneath
Horse's mane
Engulfed in flames
I got one in the chamber
I got four and some change
It got some range
It got my finger itching
Use it in vain
Result of the former with immaculate aim
Immaculate aim
Dragging its frame
Through the cool rain
Rabid, estranged
From the food chain
Confined to the shortness of his reach
Finally the fortune of the feast
Fine to put the water to his beak
Report
Echoed through the trees
Short of where the voices planned to be
Short of where the foliage could've reached
Horse's mane
Engulfed in flames
I got one in the chamber I got four and some change
Writer: Peter Brier
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