There's so much hate, for it.
I'm losing taste.
Floor it. Floor it.
Am I awake.
I saw it, saw it.
A summoned change,
I force it. Force it.
Our big mistake, is dawning.
A solid fake, we crawl in, all in.
What can I say? When words come closing in.
Take aim, they're not of us.
It's crushing.
What leads our way?
Are words spoken,
faith frozen.
They're not of us,
It's harrowing.
When all the takes have been erased.
You're left in our fitting shape.
How we can hear the trending week.
When there's no room in sight to speak.
Wait, chariot.
It's evident,
You're not the debt.
But I'm sick of it.
Words won't state.
Feelings break.
I Escape. Fray.
Lonely The Brave - The Harrow Lyrics
Lonely The Brave - The Harrow Lyrics
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There's so much hate, for it.
I'm losing taste.
Floor it. Floor it.
Am I awake.
I saw it, saw it.
A summoned change,
I force it. Force it.
Our big mistake, is dawning.
A solid fake, we crawl in, all in.
What can I say? When words come closing in.
Take aim, they're not of us.
It's crushing.
What leads our way?
Are words spoken,
faith frozen.
They're not of us,
It's harrowing.
When all the takes have been erased.
You're left in our fitting shape.
How we can hear the trending week.
When there's no room in sight to speak.
Wait, chariot.
It's evident,
You're not the debt.
But I'm sick of it.
Words won't state.
Feelings break.
I Escape. Fray.
I'm losing taste.
Floor it. Floor it.
Am I awake.
I saw it, saw it.
A summoned change,
I force it. Force it.
Our big mistake, is dawning.
A solid fake, we crawl in, all in.
What can I say? When words come closing in.
Take aim, they're not of us.
It's crushing.
What leads our way?
Are words spoken,
faith frozen.
They're not of us,
It's harrowing.
When all the takes have been erased.
You're left in our fitting shape.
How we can hear the trending week.
When there's no room in sight to speak.
Wait, chariot.
It's evident,
You're not the debt.
But I'm sick of it.
Words won't state.
Feelings break.
I Escape. Fray.
Writer: Andrew Bushen, Gavin Edgeley, Jack Bennett, Mark Trotter, Ross Smithwick
Copyright: Lyrics © ROYALTY SOLUTIONS CORP
Copyright: Lyrics © ROYALTY SOLUTIONS CORP