Lyrics
My stomach’s small
As the sweat drips down my brow
They’re closing in on me
The battle lines are drawn
Can’t run away
There’s nothing left to say
I dream in black-and-white
The colors fade away
I’ve been forsaken
And my back’s against the wall
A sliver of sunlight
The sirens call
I hear the marching feet
They’re banging on their drums
Bloodthirsty crowd
My day has come
If I run away
They’ll find me
String me up
And crucify me
Endless night
A black hole with no end in sight
a pound of flesh
Break me down till there’s nothing left
I’ve been forsaken
And my back’s against the wall
Living in a foxhole
The wolves are at my door
Can you hear the sycophants
They’re sharpening their tongues
Can’t fight the daylight
My time has come
I can’t stop dreaming of those days
They’re fucking gone
A wasted life
I was idle for so long
I never missed the light
until the darkness came
The blood red sun
pierces through the grey
Suffocating
as the earth swims ‘neath my feet
Stuck between heaven
and the earth beneath
They cry for justice
A peace I’ll never know
A pound of flesh
to feed the crows
Written by: Andrew Locacciato, Dylan Showalter, Ethan Shapiro, Matthew Davis, Steven Frias
