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



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Hartman
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