A Healing Process - To The Wolves | Текст песни

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• A Healing Process
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All the feelings I harbour, there's no pity and no remorse,
it's just the sad memory of the times we had.

What I push away when I'm awake will hunt me in the night.
Clock hands only run in one direction.
And we are probably the worst enemies of ourselves,
not willing to let us recover anymore.

Grace is not fair.
Providence is not fair.
A swan song to sing is what will be left of us.
Like one of these nightmares where you keep running and running only to discover you are chasing yourself.

Throw me to the wolves.
Throw me to the wolves and I'll return.
Throw me to the wolves and I'll return leading the pack.

Grace is not fair.
Providence is not fair.
It will take every hope you have left.

I will hold on to what you said, that you can't take this on debt.
And I knew you would find loss in me.

You never know how strong you are until being strong is your only option.
Did we earn these scars? Or have we taken it too far? Don't let me go.
Please don't let me go.
Like all these nightmares where you keep running and running only to discover you are chasing yourself.

All the feelings I harbour, there's no pity and no remorse,
it's just the sad memory of the times we had.
There's always a light if only you decide to let it find you.
And I know you will.

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