The tears that wet my cheeks
Mean nothing within my reach
But i will be strong
As long
As i can
No matter what
The others say
It's never going away
The vibes are wrong
Scorched earth
Scorched earth
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." Simonides, 6th-5th century, B.C.
The tears that wet my cheeks
Mean nothing within my reach
But i will be strong
As long
As i can
No matter what
The others say
It's never going away
The vibes are wrong
Scorched earth
Scorched earth
The darkness settles deep
Exposing the soft underneath
The vanishing whispers
Leave scars so deep
Maybe the spark is missing
Maybe it was never there
History influences the future
Is there is enough to even care?
Bitter tastes leave a heartbreak open
No one expects the ending here
Better times can still get had
There is nowhere but up from here
Dreams spawn everywhere
I wanna fight
Kick some booty
Take flight
Steal some loot, see
I brought my A game
You brought a baseball bat
We headed to the meeting
I don't know about that
Still we are here
We persevere
Until
The bitter end