For all our shattered hopes and trying times
Anchor's weight on inspired lives
Deadbolts on doors lock away our
Peace of mind
So few, so few moments of freedom
With ages in between
And sterilized routines
I am so sick of these nights pretending
It's just the way life has to be
While we sacrifice our dreams
For safety nets
Answers without questions asked
Faces on floors, tears for days we can't get back
So few, so few moments of freedom
With ages in between
And sterilized routines
The lights dim down so low, grief piles high
No sign of certainty, treading seas of crooked smiles
Looking deep into the greenest eyes
Blurring lines with truths that lie
Like wolves in sheep's disguise
Out with the claws
One step
One breath
May be all that I have left
White knuckles to the end
This is our revenge
