New Gravity
Grip tight the layers of this lonely heart
A burden of subterfuge, I'm the king of it
A sure footed marksman with dust in his eyes
A proclaimed comedian who hates his own voice
Sing it loud, my love
In this new gravity we all soar
The wars of the old are a shattered charade
We hold court for the young and the brave
Curse your definition of what a man is
Bathe me in flowers and let me prune
Pull the nails of the houses that your fathers built
Burn the planks, let the smolder light our revolution
A burden of subterfuge, I'm the king of it
A sure footed marksman with dust in his eyes
A proclaimed comedian who hates his own voice
Sing it loud, my love
In this new gravity we all soar
The wars of the old are a shattered charade
We hold court for the young and the brave
Curse your definition of what a man is
Bathe me in flowers and let me prune
Pull the nails of the houses that your fathers built
Burn the planks, let the smolder light our revolution
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Writer(s): Tyler Hartman
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