2 years ago

We've been raised by wolves, some find it comforting
Gnawed to the bone, no flesh where it should be
In the eye of the storm, blame yourself for the bleeding

Yet you have made it clear, when the rhythm shifts
We turn on ourselves and we stop to film
With our eyes on a mirror marching backwards still

Wasted life and blind eyes

We missed the point it passed us by
we paved the roads, the cross we mend
When you give up on your hope and friends
You let hate take just a little,
Leaning on your soul until its brittle.

Like oh my god is this it
Is this right when the storm hits

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