Disconnected from all that i love, This lonely road is fucking wearing me down. I'm sorry old friend that i was never enough, I lay with the switchblade lovers laying down in the dust.
I lay awake suffering this agony, While you remain cold asleep. I sharpen knives off the edges of my bedsheets, Just to keep my head up to breathe.
I'll wage a war on foreign shores Just to heal my wounds. Im northern bound, with the bound to lose, and i'm disconnected from all i love.