Текст песни Warpath Parade - Juxtaposer

Feel the pins and needle texture
Yeah it comes up every time
We hit the scene together
Like a leash made out of twine
It
Cuts me
And it burns
Whether its your turn or mine
And there's people who would tell me
Leave it on
Enjoy the ride
But the resentment ain't all
That's been building up
Behind my eyes as of late
Its all churning up

With reds and blues alike
I've painted all the hues of how I feel
And it's no lie
My mind is prone to things
That make it easier to die
So I
Squeeze the feeling tight
Until my fingers bleed like pine
The leakage old and rusty
Like its birth from Mothertime
I grit my teeth
And I let out
My light
Its
Burning
Down the town that I imagine
Every night
Its a scene that calms me down
But deep down I know
That behind their doors
There is no candlelight
They're all out in the snow
And they won't see no more
Daylight