Firehawk

(albüm: The Price Of Salt - 2021)

Hail to the thieves of wasted opportunity
Silence is death, misdirection is real
If I had known what I know now, not that that would change a thing
I'd rather be where I'd rather be, nowhere but here

Strange parasite of loss devouring the night
It feeds on a dream of what never can be
If there's a chance for my junior heart, she'll have a better start
With footing to stand, with outlook to land a way from fear

Feeding the heart of a champion
Born of the scene of a crime
Staggering proof of bewildering youth
Making sense for the very first time

Tied to the wrist of endless possibility
Serving the servants, it hadn't occurred
When you're allowed to discern true west from that which you have learned
A pattern enfolds informs that you've been told
The patter withholds in forms that you've been sold

Feeding the heart of a champion
Born of the scene of a crime
Staggering proof of bewildering youth
Making sense for the very first time

Word to the wise, I could use an apology
Same as before, only now I know why
Secrets and lies, I'm alone in the thought of me, yeah
I could go on but I don't wanna talk about it

Change what you want, discovery at any cost
Exceed all assumptions of who you can be
There is a hole in my heart where she has torn my world apart
For footing to stand and outlook to land away from fear