Becoming The Mess?!

I bring knives to my gunfights
It ain't much but it gets me through the night
So sorry, I can't get it right
I'm getting lost in my mind

I feel it coming after me
After all I ran out of road
Searching for a path made of gold
Now I'm burning deep in the snow

Another falter
Another scapegoat
Another prophet
Another tightrope
I don't feel conscious
Nor am I cautious
Maybe I'm nauseous
From all that I walk through

I feel it coming after me
After all I ran out of road
Searching for a path made of gold
Now I'm burning deep in the snow

Don't embrace the mess
It'll be your death
Don't embrace the mess
It'll be your death
Don't embrace the mess
It'll be your death
Make me understand
What is in my hands

I feel it coming, after me
After all, I ran out of road
Searching for the path made of gold
Now I'm burning deep in the snow
It's everywhere and all that I see
A hollow heart, lacking belief
Striking into all I beseech
The mess is taking over me



Credits
Writer(s): George Hayes
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