The Narrative
The Narrative
The Narrative
The Narrative
The Narrative
The Narrative
The Narrative
The Narrative
The Narrative
The Narrative
The Narrative
The Narrative
The Narrative
So tell me, if you're ready
Then why are your palms sweaty?
Grab tight, your knuckles white
Wind up and swing with all your might
All that will be hanging, by days spent in the dark
Have you had enough, have you had enough?
You build yourself a house, a house that's not a home
If every shadow is your own, is your own
Time stands still, your movement froze
And staring down at what you broke
And walk on, the dust will lift from the ground
And settle into new found comfort in your empty space
Eyes drowning, surrounding colours bleed into the air
And the life you stood by dissolves in arbitrary lines
You drew just to have something to cross
Have you had enough, have you had enough?
So dirty up your hands, the hands that used to
This whole foundation let go, let go
Time stands still, your movement froze
And staring down at what you broke
And walk on, the dust will lift from the ground
And settle into new found comfort in your empty space
So tear it, rip away my pain my memory
Stare at all the nothing you created
Tear it, rip away my pain my memory
Stare at all the nothing you created
Time stands still, your movement froze
And staring down at what you broke
And walk on, the dust will lift from the ground
And settle into new found comfort in your empty space