i strike a red flag on your face and pour the whiskey in your mouth i watch the match or was it here by chance our hearts will roam in search of warmth all your bills, pay, and welfare cheques but I don't think I can stay for long choke the rivers and flood the streets there's lots more mail that's not yet ash
two poles of a compass guided by a field again to live beyond escape could have believed
the heft and weight of a world undone like a bird from the north our hearts will roam in search of warmth we were born and raised, We were born and raised
endless whispers, skies that bleed bros blood falls from it like rain choke the rivers, flood the streets canine era, canine teeth this wave of soldier, born of scars cut so much skin and the blood of brothers face my arrow here in the field insides will drown, drink their own tears
two poles of a compass guided by a field again to live beyond escape could have believed