Savage

I'm damaging the atmosphere
With cynical views and lack of muse
I'm processed, I'm packaged, one drink holds back the savage
I don't want to have to lose this feeling

You are stealing me, concealing schemes
While I'm grabbing at steam
You are revealing, what you'd never been
What I wish I'd never seen

The you inside the mirror cracks
Hazel eyes, a maze of lies
Seven years of bad luck, at least a hole where you're stuck
Waiting for a chance to rise and leave it

You are stealing me, concealing schemes
While I'm grabbing at steam
You are revealing, what you'd never been
What I wish I'd never seen



Credits
Writer(s): Phill Vidler And The Farseers
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