Lyrics 7! - Moddi

That your friends hid beneath the same flag as your foes
Was a blessing to fire at will
And out of the trenches a new day arose
There's strength in these broken arms still
So burn all the poems and rip up the books
The words will white out as you sing
To carry the weight of the lives that you took
Because life was a beautiful thing
Now I cannot recall mountains rsen to fall
One day we must awake from this sleep
What's left of the day will eventually come down as rain
The weaver's hands tell me how your mouth has spun
All the promises left to fulfil
But you've chosen your weapon, the duel is on
And there's truth in unspoken words still
What's left of the day will eventually come down as rain
And though they all look the same, every drop has its number and name
What's left of your plans will all drown to the sound of their hands
This might be your last chance
What's left of the day will eventually come down as rain