Song parody of
Drawn and Quartered on the Fence
by Silence Calls the Storm
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Whatever it is you're searching for
You'll never find it here
In fact you'll only ever chase it
Just as long as you may try
Though it's possible by chance
That you'll just barely miss it
And you'll pine for another shot at it
Till the day that you may die
And you shan't ever question why
Drawn and quartered on the fence
It is in the sinking feeling
That descends like the evening light
That you'll exhaust your every joy
And foment your every fright
Never catching your breath once
Never breaking the cosmic ice
That envelops all it touches
It will dine on the empty eyes
Hid behind your stoic disguise
Drawn and quartered on the fence
You'll be haunted all forever
And your children will be too
Even though they will be sure
That this curse they can undo
But they too are soon to see
That the defence upon their reins
Not at all on strength depends
But on visceral, constant strain
And to it utter obedience
Drawn and quartered on the fence
In the empty eyes of god
I will see to it it's done
I will see till it is gone
Till my dying day has come
Whatever it is you're searching for
You'll never find it here
In fact you'll only ever chase it
Just as long as you may try
Though it's possible by chance
That you'll just barely miss it
And you'll pine for another shot at it
Till the day that you may die
And you shan't ever question why
Drawn and quartered on the fence
It is in the sinking feeling
That descends like the evening light
That you'll exhaust your every joy
And foment your every fright
Never catching your breath once
Never breaking the cosmic ice
That envelops all it touches
It will dine on the empty eyes
Hid behind your stoic disguise
Drawn and quartered on the fence
You'll be haunted all forever
And your children will be too
Even though they will be sure
That this curse they can undo
But they too are soon to see
That the defence upon their reins
Not at all on strength depends
But on visceral, constant strain
And to it utter obedience
Drawn and quartered on the fence
In the empty eyes of god
I will see to it it's done
I will see till it is gone
Till my dying day has come
