Intro

A communion of attempted fulfillment
Bad alcohol and abandoned love
Partaken by us kids
Blood full of alcohol, lungs full of smoke
Their faith been forgotten
Their direction dismissed
Their purpose misunderstood, not by others, but themselves
Their purpose to glorify the creator
Creatively calling them to point towards more than themselves
Forgotten in-between their peer of being hurt again
And their memories of pain

Pain from those that once loved them
Now pleading them not to go
Not to follow that road
The one that leads to death, but they don't understand
Deep inside they still know their calling to create
And yes, they create
They create songs about their pain and stories of others
But they also create heartache
Forging some new meaning for their life
They think will substitute



Credits
Writer(s): William Buehler, Connor Bankey, William Crowe, Alex Haggard, Francisco Gascue, Louie Gettings, Ethan Mayo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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