I can only bare these bones as the sun beats down upon me
and my blood now slowly turns to dust
which slowly turns into a fold that falls over my eyes
as they yell out again and again
“we all came into this world
lost, loveless and without grace
only few will find the sun
while most lay damaged under this storm”
I’ve got scars longer than skin
with guilt that keeps me on the other side
with the other men and the other halves in the darker times (pitch black)
if only they would have heard me in the streets (answer me, answer me)
but all the windows are boarded up
all the lights have burned out now
I’ve got no sign to guide my way
I’m always trying to find the right side in the wrong lane
don’t give me peace, just give me life
I want to love a love that was more than love
don’t give me sense, just give me hope
just give me a… as they yell it out again
“we all came into this world
lost, loveless and without grace
only few will find the sun
while most lay damaged under this storm”
I’ve got hate deeper than nails
with pain that keeps me in the other room
with a tighter vest and a crippled heart behind a buckled mask (no life)
if only they would have heard me in the hills (answer me, answer me)
but all the forests we’re blackened burned
all the clouds have fallen down
I’m always trying to find the bright light on the dark side
the bright light on the dark, dark side
I’ve been locked among the lonely and depleted for years and years
I am a man, I am a man of strength, but these walls were built with that of defiant
I have so much to say, but it’s hard to find spit when it’s not rolling down your face
if only silence, if only silence could release me for
I’ve seen the late nights and the streetlights burst like the 4th of July
but I could never ever catch the flame to set a fire to the sparks in my eyes
I’ve torn my skin against the jaws of ivory angels
I attempted to steal flight from wings that were sizes too big and been forgotten
if I had words, if I had words I’d say give me teeth so I can live beyond breathing
but my tongue is with the stars that left among the Northern winds
there were always nails sharpened too bright for my back to kiss
and even with my white flag draped around my sorrows
there’s not one note left in hymns that sings a song that says I’ll make it
in the end
they’ll always come for us…