Hallow

Spent my time With a game of spades Thrown in your favor I′ll throw it all In your favor Hallow boy Tell me your eyes are gray And not the blue gold I've seen in them for years Do your bruise stained arms And long sleeves in summer Make you feel inhuman? Do you think to yourself you′re better off? Will you succumb to what's beating in your veins Or die by their expectations? Defiantly insist that you are real Before double shots and Lucifer himself There was you Waiting on the hands of martyrdom