Sounds Like Chicken Take A Bullet To The Grave
Take it on, things don't seem to be going my wayMy
conscience gone looks like I will be here to stay
I can't get out, my fortunes faded
What can be done the air is thick the floor is covered
in red
It feels so wrong empty draining, slow like your demise
I'm reading you seeing through your skin under your
eyes
I can't get out with thoughts so tainted
I'm waking up shaking out of dreams caught in my mind
Always thinking of the fun you had when we were young
Scars showing now the bruises gone what's done is done
This is everything you can't deny like veiled intent
A shadow when the sun goes down what's done is done
I see it now eyes bloodshot and cold from the air
This victory warranting your pride and my despair
This silent war is now an old reality
As glory dies sinking like an anchor in the sea
This vice is all I can handle now I'm weak at the knees
It's tempting me reckoning my soul waiting with ease
Your vacant look brandishing all these things unsaid
I'll set this on fire it's burning now tears are shed
That was then this is now
Fall into the pit that you've dug for yourself
Blood dripping from your hands held high in the rain
The wind it takes your breath like ice in your lungs
As a cry escapes your soul sets afire to the night
Ablaze it will burn stars crashing to the ground
Tearing holes in the earth
That was then this is now
The flames tear through your eyes
As the light begins to fade take a bullet to the grave
