Dark Days
Dark days riding on a stone cold heart.
Break my will, tear us apart.
A lone candle burning in a pitch
black room should serve many
but saves just a few.
You can't drink from the river when the rivers run dry.
The writings on the wall written by the blind.
I swear my bones will turn to ashes before I get done, being thrown to the lions by the righteous ones....
These are dark days, dark dark days.
I have questions and I have doubts, when I touch that nerve will you push me down?
You've got me barely hanging on by a half cut thread, will you cut that too or pull me up instead?
There's a calm in knowing when your back's against the wall, will you make your peace? will you
fight or crawl?
I swear my bones will turn to ashes before I get done being thrown to the lions by the righteous ones.
These are dark days, dark dark days.
M.D.D (1)