The Harrow

(альбом: The Hope List - 2021)

There's so much hate for it
And I'm losing taste for it, for it
Am I awake? I saw it, I saw it
A summoned change, I force it, force it
Our big mistake is dawning
A solid fake, we crawl in, all in

What can I say when words come closing in?
Take aim, they're not of us
It's crushing
What leads our way?
Our words spoken
Faith frozen now
They're not of us, no they're not of us
And it's harrowing

When all mistakes have been erased
You're left in our fitting shape
How can we hear the champion wake
When there's no room inside to speak

What can I say when words come closing in?
Take aim, they're not of us
It's crushing
What leads our way?
Words spoken
Our faith is frozen now
They're not of us, they're not of us
Now, it's harrowing

Wait, chariot
It's evident
You're not the debt
But I'm sick of it
Words won't state
Feelings break
I escape, fray

What can I say when words come closing in?
Take aim, they're not of us
It's crushing
What leads our way?
The words spoken
Our faith is frozen
They're not of us, they're not of us
It's harrowing