Input - Faunts

Like sinking ships drowning in the night

Nothing’s wrong with you, then nothing’s right

Casting baggage throw it overboard

Though with nothing left, you still fall on your sword

Does it hurt?

Line you up

Blindfolded against the wall

This will be the last time that you feel the fall

Godspeed with you, may he have mercy on us

The crowd has come to thirst

But before these heads roll, I guess mine comes first

And it’s hard to tell what takes me away

And I know for years I’ve lived ashamed

And I think about the wasted years

As I fall into myself

And it’s hard to tell what takes me away

But I’ve known, for years I’ve lived ashamed

And I think about the wasted years

As I fall into myself

As I fall into myself