With High Hopes and Clipped Wings

You say the vultures are calling for your last breath
And the rhythm of your heartbeat stopped
For no more pain, you'll ask for death by name
Skin deep, solace in violence
Self destructive catharsis
We fan the flames on yourselves
There's no warmth in burning just ashes
Try and clip your own wings before they
Can, try and cope with a blood soaked smile
There's no warmth in burning just ashes
We're in a car crash and painfully aware of the
Motion, covered in stains that will never wash away
Just reaching out for a sense of peace in the rain
Like reaching hands that never
Like reaching hands that never connect



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Black Price-ford, Connie Sgarbossa
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