Now who am I

to say that I

am learned beyond my years

In time and blood 

the holy flood

of hate and fearful tears

Furrowed and scoffed

we pawned it off

with hopes to buy it back

The dove has died

the love has lied

the sky turns red from black

 

It's a con art

it's a shattered start

it's a ceiling that we couldn't break

It's a broken song

eternally long

It's the difference between having something to believe in

and just having something at all

 

Brothers and friends

a start and end

ready to take up arms

Leg bended back

broke on the track

shoot it behind the barn

The faces mauled 

the engine stalled

obscurity sets in

Billboards gone black

headlines fall flat

Chaos sets in

 

It's a con art

it's a shattered start

it's a ceiling that we couldn't break

It's a broken song

eternally long

It's the difference between having something to believe in

and just having something at all