Lyrics

MOTHS TO THE FLAME – POWDER CHUTES

I’ve been drowning in a pool of thought
For way too long
I can feel my lung’s air escaping
From my bastard tongue

You push me to the edge too far
That none of us can find
Preyed on by the men that held you
Hostage to your mind

I won’t change and I don’t wanna know
What I could have been
I find solace in the pain
It makes me bleed
Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun
You can’t run from me
You’re all moths to the flame
You’re all the same

You push me to the edge too far
That none of us can find
Falling over dying angels
Like the child you left behind

It haunts you in your memories
The images flooding in
Auditory sensory, oh it’s
Crawling in my skin

Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun
You can’t hide from me
Slowly we go
Marching to the flame
You’re all the same

I feel the world falling out of the sky
I feel the earth calling so say goodbye
No-one can tell me that I should comply
No-one can own me so don’t say goodnight

I feel like dying but I shouldn’t cry
You bought this on yourself when you fell from the sky

If birds aren’t real fuck the Government and Society
Slowly dying in the arms of notoriety

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