A Blind Follower And a Watchful Hound 歌词

Monday burn Plato Wednesday Spinoza Friday Nietzsche Burn 'em to ashes Then burn the ashes 451, the salamander These are our distinctive marks Black hair, black brows A fiery face We look like multiples I work at the firehouse since my 20th Birthday Like my father did Like my grandfather did I'm a fireman I'm not allowed to read That's against the law Books must burn Monday burn Plato Wednesday Spinoza Friday Nietzsche Burn 'em to ashes Then burn the ashes 451, the salamander These are our distinctive marks Black hair, black brows A fiery face We look like multiples The detection of the hostile books Is done by a instrument Which isn't dead but also not alive Made out of brass and copper With spider-like legs The mechanical hound For quite a while now It feels like the beast is focusing on me But why? It's just a machine made to seek books Is it paranoia or well-grounded fear? Is there a bug in the system of this monster Or does it smell the aroma of books Which might be on my hands After all these years? I tell the firechef about my fear But he says it is impossible That the hound growls at me To err is human