Brown Bird Sackcloth And Ash
Where's the crime in crawling out alone?
From the cradle to the great unknown
What's the sense in suffering the pain?
When they betray you time and time again
They betray you time and time again
Where have all the minor memories gone?
The times that I've averted right and wrong
Now morality is my crown of thorns
Sackcloth and ash my uniform
Prostrate I fall face down forlorn
Losing hold
My mind is all but made up
Truth be told
Lies are all I'm made of now
The fires below
They beckon me to fall but
I'll grow old
Singing out loud to drown them out
Losing hold
My mind is all but made up
Truth be told
Lies are all I'm made of now
The fires below
They beckon me to fall but
I'll grow old
Singing out loud to drown them out
