above a frozen plain a dirty cloud is rearing up and we wolves can only watch
of all these falling lights the brightest ones are scarring up and scars you cannot change
all of us still standing must learn to leap up without landing
and quicken on the wind
when they're calling
lets not follow
then you'll see us
turning away
can't hold up this world alone, can't tear down this world alone
never find a fucking home this my skin is what I own
broken glass and broken legs have no cup with which to beg no shelter from the caustic rain sidewalk sleepers gutter lain
and what matters now is not myself its something else
its to hold the candle still
fail to obey. make them pay. one more day.