Track 7 N

The future has seen better days

Always, closed doors

Open old sores

Makeshift Holy Ghost

But I need more

It's fair enough to say that I am never walking back

Never going out

Never shaking hands with lifelessness

But I walk alone with you by my side

You've given me a thousand tries

Headlines

Half truths

Half life and it's half used

Golden hearts

Silver tongues

Slant rhymes and I might be the only one left

I found you in the fire but you claimed that it kept you warm

My whole though process is nothing more than what I say

I never understand the synchronization of a water down revolution

The death of a son

The death of a salesmen, the anointed one

So what is there left to say?

Everyone's given up but

I was born on a different day and

I drink from a different cup