scream into the broken mountains
give them your strength,
they need it more
if you’re going to spend it on
tricks to play me like a gravestone metaphor
So we’ve come to this point,
we are standing at the edge
and will the fall be worth it all?
and those eyes they are torn
with every spectacle that scorns
the lord that you have come to trust.
but you’re too fast and i couldn’t swerve
wouldn’t you say that you’ve got nerve
to go on and eat all your evil,
like a setting sun a junkie and his needle.
so scream into the broken mountains
give them your strength, they need it more
if you’re going to spend it on
tricks to play me like the one you knew before
as you rest looking your best,
i clutch the cross hung on your neck
and hope to heavens they got you.
for without you,
the air exudes a likeliness to feel such gloom
as the dew seeps through my veins
but you’re too fast and i couldn’t swerve
wouldn’t you say that you’ve got nerve
to go on and eat all your evil,
like a setting sun a junkie and his needle.
scream into the broken mountains
give them your strength, they need it more
if you’re going to spend it on
tricks to play me like a gravestone metaphor