Are you dry? Are you calm In the storm? Do you sing With the hounds In the pound? You might throw yourself in the sound
In the wake Can you save Sinking towns?
It blurs it out It blurs it out It blurs it out It wears me out It blurs it out It blurs it out, I guess
At daggers drawn Shot down in flames You have a riot It wears me out
In the mouth Of the flies Feeding on whispers On the heels Of the grounds Where they lay And you do not mention the war?
As you burn Through legends And the lores
It blurs it out It blurs it out It blurs it out It wears me out It blurs it out It blurs it out, I guess It blurs it out It blurs it out It blurs it out It blurs it out, I guess
At daggers drawn Shot down in flames You have a riot It wears me out
