Close those eyes tight,
Aware but well rested,
To deny their rights,
Just to make it,
Easy for you
To breathe in the illness,
Your machine spews.
All over everyone.
It’s always been a battle of wits,
One side with guns, the other raised fists.
A life of lies that we choose to live with.
To feed on fear and yet be it's captive.
Doors bolted shut,
You cower in panic,
As the world wilts,
Decaying; you grow,
Lonely and frail.
Confess regrets to, an empty room.
It couldn't mean less.
Its always been a battle of wits,
One side with guns, the other bare fists.
A life of lies that we choose to live with.
To feed on fear and yet be it's captive.
To follow blindly,
Absolved and meek,
To feed yourself,
On the flesh of the weak.
We can't lean on each other,
We're sick from the cold,
Harsh words reigned around us,
Indifferent to it all.
supported by 9 fans who also own “Decaying, You Grow”
Who says the french can't do some proper emo? Also awesome album opening with the Stand by Me references. The tracks are absolutely banging and the whole album is worth listening to. dominikgray