Thank The Gallows

The sharpened meets the gallows
As you stumble into your car
So many faces places
Need a new beginning

To feel, to scream

The days that you have now are numbered
So will you ever find a home?
With nothing left to hold onto
I am so sick of feeling numb (murder)

Debauchery is soothing
As the burning comes today
So many faces places
Need a new beginning

To feel, to scream

The days that you have now are numbered
So will you ever find a home?
With nothing left to hold onto
I am so sick of feeling numb (murder)