Mors Certa

You can hold your breath
But things aren't changing for the better
It's gotten dark on this side of town
Where your presence seems to linger

We're dying on the vine
And left to rot
Our good intentions all for naught

In my scorched-earth visions
Armored men, they're marching to my doorstep
All in time to longing hearts
Who've lost direction

So wake up, wake up and tell me
There's still sparks inside the cavern
You know the truth is rarely simple
Seen from a singular perspective

You can hold your breath
But things aren't changing for the better
So let the sun rise again
And pray that the war won't last forever

No hard retreats
Or white sheets waving
We won't compound our misery



Credits
Writer(s): Blake Hawk, Vacant Rooms
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