You don’t walk away from dismemberment
These are the cold hard facts
Unless you are running from the sun.
They’ll be hanging us tonight
Behind the throne we stole.
These are the hard times that the drop in the bottle won’t fix,
The times when you realise that even if you win, you’re still a rat
An outsider heart stuck on this Devil’s island
The thornes from that hollow crown dig deep
Can’t you save me?
I can’t sail this ship alone.
You’re heartless sometimes.
Are you painting a portrait for the deceased?
These colours don’t run.
I guess this is the bitter end.
Truth, be told I’m an unbeliever
Alpha and omega, it’s just not right
There are no gods, but I will hunt them down
To the death.
I can’t see the light anymore
Weighed down by a feather of lead
I want to be buried at sea, okay?
The darkest tomb.
They would leave me in the desert.
But this confession means nothing.
I want you to go to Oklahoma
You’ll find safety there.
(Song titles from Architects - Amazing lyricists, please check them out)