Wrap my hands around fleeting memories.
Drifting towards everything I'd hope to be,
Towards what I've become, feel my grip slip away.
That I've come to learn were only just burning out my eyes.
I've failed to see the reasons why we all push on.
With baited breath, we wait for salvation that'll never find us.
I can feel the pressure rising, the longing for the end.
Swallow hard, drift down into the emptiness.
- Birds of Prey
- Settled Ground
- Faded Youth
- Bring Me Back
- Too Far Gone
- Locked Inside
- Dead Ends