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