Closure - East West

We should of known it’d be like this

An upward struggle of falling down

We’ve taken comfort in loathing

It’s where we used to play anyway

What you can see is only half of who you are

What you can say is only half of what you mean

The days just seem to be longer

There’s no more strength in these broken hands

Our faces sunken with hunger

Turning upward we fall to our knees