Lyrics
To the end
Careless
Confrontations
Why begin
You want this?
Come on
Prorated
Prolonged
Prophicized and picked clean
Overstated
Overblown
Over and done
Consecrated
Consumed
Consider all the other times
Situation
Succumb
Separates some
We are the pin hole
From which this river flows
A cursed shade of crimson
Spilt on distant shores
Hand slighted card from view
When all’s been sighted i’m through
On the table is where we lay
Our truths and what we’d rather not say