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Lifeless
and
indifferent
face
on
the
wall,
who
is
the
fairest
one
this
fall?
I've spent a season with the wolves at the door. with dirty magazines, spread out, all across my floor.
Some say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree but that's just a lazy way to dismiss the seed.
This seed is looking to put on a few hundred years.
And willing to earn them through your blood and your tears.
I want you to listen to the sound of my voice and know I was created by chance not by choice. Some may call that the death of the light but I like to call it Embracing
the
night
Too many hands are held out to take. Too many hands aren't prepared to break.
Now, for antoher season with the wolves at the door, hungry and scratching and begging for more.
There is a future your eyes may not see. There is a future you may not believe.
There is a future that will be here in time. But some won't make it to sign on that line.
I've seen an endless sky of ships explode and realized some men will never make it home.
We near a time when all of us know. When we find out. Do we really reap what we sow?
It will be cold when the rain comes, to lose the tears as they fall.
I will be cold to pull a lesser man from a ledge and then and then and then...
I want to cast pff the wings of desire. I want be buried in a field of fire.
I want to stand up and be twenty feet tall. I want to reach out and feel nothing at all.
- Album:
- Daughters
- Hell Songs
- Canada Songs
- Daughters (7")
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- Death to Fake Screamo
- Release the Bats
- Terrorizer: Fear Candy 31
- Rock Sound: Bugging Your Ears, Volume 133
- Rock Sound: Sound Check, Volume 88
- Release the Bats: The Birthday Party as Heard Through the...
- S/T
- Live at CBGB
- The First Supper - Single
- Long Road, No Turns
- Satan in the Wait
- The Reason They Hate Me