Wrong Victory

Rose-colored glasses, they couldn't shield anything

Golden flames that burned, but couldn't heal me from within

Disperse the heat, let the cults repent, oh

Burstin' languid light, past my head and by his bed

When your skin doesn't feel like home, oh

And I don't wanna break down and feel alone, oh oh oh

This body only knows, oh

How to hold back more than it shows, oh oh oh

Superstition that drowned itself in the way

Of a freed premonition that could've helped me escape

It's the wrong kind of victory, always has a breakthrough

So when nothing fits like it used to

Hairs on my head stand on end

The spine of this truth, repel and suspend

Act like birds, but should help me transcend

Hairs on my head stand on end

The spine of this truth, like cracks in the wind

Act like birds, but should help me transcend