are you dry
are you calm
in the storm?
do you sing
with the hounds
in the pound?
you might throw yourself in the sound?
in the wake
can you save
sinking towns?
it blurs it out
it blurs it out
it blurs it out
it wears me out
it blurs it out
it blurs it out i guess
at daggers drawn
shot down in flames
you have a riot
it wears me out
in the mouth
of the flies
feeding on whispers
on the heels
of the grounds
where they lay
and you do not mention the war?
as you burn
through legends
and the lores
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
