Westcoasttrendkill - Strung Out

Well, I still believe a good man better knows his darkness well

Cuz the days of kings are over and all the good men have gone to hell

I raise a glass to every restless heart and a lonely soul

Cuz these boots were all I ever needed to get me to where I had to go

If there’s one thing I ever learned from life it’s make peace with the end

Cuz freedom here is just a word

And everything else is just pretend

Somewhere between what- we call heaven and hell

We all take a stand- together or alone

It’s like stories from the desert

When it used to be the sea

Like visions of the end

Like crawling through the dirt again

Glory glory hallelujah son

In the desert here only silence grows

So let your saints go — there already gone

You’re only what you let yourself believe

What you wanna be, what you wanna be

You are the sum of every single moment that you’ve ever been alive

It’s like falling back in love

Like screaming what you’re thinking of

Like going underground

And taking everybody down

Articulate the chaos manufacture resurrection

Overcome distractions to control your evolution

Cuz you’re the sum of every moment that you’ve been alive

I still believe a good man better know his darkness well

With a heart just like the desert only silence grows

But where you stand is where you are bound to fall

When your heart forgives it’s a miracle at all

Like thunder in your sky

Like looking up and wondering why

Like going underground and taking everybody down

Articulate the chaos and the way to resurrection

You are the bullet that killed the revolution

Cuz you’re the sum of every moment that you’ve been alive

Like falling where we stand

We are the fear that chills the bones

Like dying everytime we think we got the time to move on

We’re in deeper than we’ll ever know