Stuck alone Swallowing shadows Everything I've ever held closely has crumbled... Broken code I'm at a crossroad Do I swallow my pride, stay and hide, or face my families lies?
Tied. To a history of shame smeared names. Who's to blame? I'm trapped in the flames. Of my past. That they cast.
All I ever wanted was to be something more. My family, my clan, the code. It's all I lived for. My lungs scream for air, but how can I bare To know that I'm wrong, right down to the core? How can I just go free, when everything inside of me has been nothing but a fabricated reality. I thought I knew my place, but that's all been erased... I'm going to die down here, I'm running out of breathing space.
Half-blooded, mind's flooded, in a lake of doubt. Am I the punishment provided for love not allowed? Is Starclan watching now? From up in the clouds? As I tumble and I fumble deeper down into this tunnel.
Did they know all along, that despite it being wrong, That destiny can go beyond, what the rules were set upon? Does love matter where it comes from? Or is it something we should be numb from?
But when you push the love aside, it doesn't hide the lie. How can I search and find the pride inside of being divided? How could I have been misguided? Ripped as a kit quick from my mother now split from my brothers And it's getting darker... And I have to wonder Am I'm destined to go under? For the sins I've covered...
All I ever wanted was to be something more. But now I know that I'm wicked to straight core. My lungs scream for air, but how can I bare To know I left him bleeding out on that stream shore. How can I just go through, when knowing what I had to do... Meant the death of someone just to keep him mute He could have known his place, he could have made a change. He's going to die up there, I tore away his breathing space.
All I ever wanted was to be something more. I know that I'm wicked to straight core. I left him bleeding out on the stream shore. My family, the code. It's all I lived for.
Stuck alone Swallowing shadows Half-blooded, mind's flooded... Tied. To a history of shame Does love matter where it comes from? Or is it something we should be numb from?
All I ever wanted was to be something more. I know that I'm wicked to straight core. I left him bleeding out on the stream shore. My family, the code. It's all I lived for.
It's all I lived for. It's all I lived for. Now I've got nothing to live for.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
