Yellow Fox Video (MV)

Everything is marked with where you've been
Home town hallways - decorated sin
Empty the walls. It's harder than you think
Empty the walls
Have I grown your antlers on my head?
I close my mouth so maggots won't get in
Now we look the same, carcass and all
Give me back my name
And crucify me if you're going to do it
At least I have Jesus to navigate through this
God or grave - which one will find me in the end
With your promises I will never believe again?
It's not the same!
Everywhere is marked with what you did
I lick my wounds and then you scratch me up again
I know who you are. So cunning, Yellow Fox
I've seen this before
And I still believe you can fight off your demons
But you prey on me like it's your new religion
God or grave - which one is mine when I resent
The promises I will never believe again?
It's not the same as it was when we left it
It's the frame of a different perspective
Everywhere I go
I'm catching my foot in a Foxhole you dug
And it's twisting my ankle
I'm limping around like some victim you want
And I can't let go
W/o getting sick to my stomach
I can't let go