Bright Chance - Loss of Eyes Lyrics

Breath in the dust that's coated on a shelf, for years
Take in the mental health that's been depleted, on the chair
Bring back the stolen things
He'll be more than friendly
His gouged out eyes, see through your lies
Easy going up the stairs
You'll see a figure of mine with the bleeding eyes
But pay not the toll that he requests
Instead give him all of my best
No you never wanna talk to the man with the sockets
Used to talk a lot but as of late, he's lonely
Shivers at the thought, of being different
Needs confidence from somebody who loves him
And you'll love all the things that he says with his accent
Fingertips are raw from, clawing at the crescent
Moon on the night when he couldn't stay focused
He'll conjur a lie that's sweeter than honey
To make you believe you're as tough as a ruby
Confidence is the food of the wise, but the liquor of the fool
Did you love all the things that he says with his accent?
Fingertips are raw from, clawing at the crescent
Moon on the night when he couldn't stay focused