Kings

We aren’t the daggers pressed against your back

All so familiar this hate must feel

The time of day wasn’t yours to give

But to these vultures you’d sell almost any fucking thing

Where do we draw the line? And do we draw it in your blood?

We’re giving it as good as we get it, you opened our eyes

We were so close to abandoning a pointless crusade

Led by the weak, the blind and the suffering

I thought I knew your motives most of all

But in this act, you played us all

And our scars mark the lessons we’ve learned

And our pasts will stay the same

I wont regret all the words that I said

Because our past will stay the same

Mark my words, you’ll never see another sunset

Mark my words, you’ll never see another fucking day end

Keep holding back, and hold fast to the ropes of your demise

It’s never been so hard to live, it never was and it never ends

And ill take the sight of your cursed face with open arms

Our scars mark the lessons we’ve learned

And our past will always be the same

Our scars mark the lessons we’ve learned

And our pasts will never fucking change

Would you give it all for another shot at us?