Birthright Slow Drag
Growing tired
Of this act I play
I'm getting worse
What could I give to stay in the past
Minutes turn to hours
All these days became a year
I've lost the love I had to give
Isolation, Desolation
Becoming a silhouette
More than the blues
I'm stuck in the darkest, the darkest night
Songs became whisper
Miles of nothing
The wind stole my voice
This ghost town, became my home
All my faults
Fill my mind
I can't be free
I've lost it all everything
Including me