Century Equus
This is the end
The sun sets on our broken backs
And we've been here before
And we are left without a single thing
Without a heart
Armed to the teeth
Without a single thing
We're nothing more than ink on paper
We travel through their fingerprints
Our clothes become bandages
To ease the pain of selflessness
We will never trust ourselves
And this is how it begins
We'll never believe the truth we tell
And this is how it begins
They sift through our abandoned homes
But they won't find us
They won't fiind our secrets
Encased alive beneath the floor
They have abandoned us
We're nothing more than ink on paper
We travel through their fingerprints
Our clothes become bandages
To ease the pain of selflessness
We will never trust ourselves
And this is how it begins
We'll never believe the truth we tell
And this is how it begins
They hunt us down
They hunt through seasons
They hunt us for years
This is the end
