Skies black, cold and vacant now I sat on the hillside The stars up above me Like pinholes in velvet I listened to the song That I hoped I'd never hear
And off behind me Guns snap like insects We're fighting for causes We don't really fathom But we'll charge ahead Bloodied hands feed the flames
Their guns all rain down Say your prayers, fall and run This is do or die this time Raise your fist, give 'em hell boys Let's make them wish they'd never lived
My eyes locked with a boy on the other side Hands dropped, he stood defenseless But he wasn't frightened His face was accepting But I couldn't pull I couldn't pull, I couldn't pull
And I could see it clear To fall was not my fear To make one fall was
And the chaos returned, I backed into the trees Left my guns on the ground, wiped the mud from my knees And I knew in my heart that my old life was gone That in walking away, my name was undone So I might as well run
Parts and bones and strings of secrets cut the ties that bind me I might dream myself as king, but I ain't made for ruling Just live another day, and I can find another way (3x)
Compositor: Benjamin P Cooper ECAD: Obra #24644696