Titans of Industry - The Devil and the Details

Gone are the days of our lives
Innocence of the mind left behind
All of us in the tied the
Neon passes by
Fried , glowing scriptures cry
Beyond the here and now lies
The coming of solomon
Gone are the days

Shuffling along a strand on a beachhead
Looking a miserable wreck
We see a young man
Cast out by fate
Thrown right on his neck
Not could he save no
Not could he reap no
Not could he sow
He wished and prayed
A change to his days
Ney an end to his woe

A lifetime of hardship
Brought him to wander
Alone on this beach
Plotting his fortune
In puddles of sand
Towards the heaven he'd reach
Off in the distance somebody waving
An old man perched on a rock
Baffled and puzzled
Suddenly troubled
The young man he stopped

How did you get here?
He said quite concerned
A man of your age
There's nothing for miles no
Nothing for hours no
Nothing for days
The old man he laughed HA
The truth is you see son
I come here a lot
I like to wait for travelers like you
Alone on this rock
Feeble of mind yes
Feeble of body but
Not quite what I seem
This bag in my hand
Contains wealth
Beyond your wildest dreams
I know your look son
I know your sigh yes
I know your groan
Answer one question
Your life for this pension
Your soul for this gold

Gone are the days of our lives
Innocence of the mind left behind
All of us in the tied the
Neon passes by
Fried , glowing scriptures cry
Beyond the here and now lies
The coming of solomon
Gone are the days

Sat on the beach
He pondered his fate and
Starred at the strand
A faustian bargain
Devilish jargon
One hell of a plan
How would he spend it
How would he hide it
How would he lie
What of this old man
Snake in the grass?
Sharp stick in the eye?!

The young man he spoke
You see my whole life I've wasted away
Unhappy childhood
Unhappy schooling
Unhappy days
Why would you tempt me
Why would you ask me
For what of my soul
In noble presents I've wandered adrift
Perhaps I was too bold

The old man he cried
What I see before me
A miserable sod
His fortune in front of him
And yet he questions
So what of a god
I'm a collector of wandering souls
But I always offer a trade
A riddle in time boy
Consider your mind boy
Consider your fate

The day it was waning
The light on the beach
Wondered which way he would go
And of his troubles
Stuck in his misery
Infinite woe
Heaven and hell now
Lost in the shuffle
A fork in the road
He pondered his fate
The hour was late
Dammit he said
Give me the gold

Gone are the days of our lives
Innocence of the mind left behind
All of us in the tied the
Neon passes by
Fried , glowing scriptures cry
Beyond the here and now lies
The coming of solomon
Gone are the days

Written by:
Scott Downs

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