Sand stealing dealers are the rages and the waves that we ride
Keep the energy low and the convenience set at high
If you're changing stations could miss the dessert
Waking world grown sterile, candied barrels can cure
It's nothing like you're used to
Weather worn can be brand new
Push pop the stem and replace all the seeds in the fields
Harvesting new posture brought on by old fears
The kind that still relates to like splinters in spine
Closets hiding monsters of the scandalous kind
Imprinted on the pages now
Biting hard so contagious now
Red Hat, Two Feathers and the Lutin
The angles dangle from the corners of the room to consume
Every poor decision brings grace with the gloom
Choking on the ashes come and swallow it down
Fashioning the anchor while you're shining the crown
Who's setting the decorum now?
All the while just sowing sows
Failing to find the warning can forsake the crutch
Ignoring what you planted, boxed up, left to rust
Mired over straits from the harbor to the heel
Feeling almost nothing, least nothing that's real
Fairytale sells the warning now
It's the crown you're adoring now
Red hat, Two Feathers, and the Lutin
Red Hat, Two Feathers...