Kings

We aren’t the daggers pressed against your back
All so familiar this hate must feel
The time of day wasn’t yours to give
But to these vultures you’d sell almost any fucking thing

Where do we draw the line? And do we draw it in your blood?
We’re giving it as good as we get it, you opened our eyes

We were so close to abandoning a pointless crusade
Led by the weak, the blind and the suffering
I thought I knew your motives most of all
But in this act, you played us all

And our scars mark the lessons we’ve learned
And our pasts will stay the same
I wont regret all the words that I said
Because our past will stay the same

Mark my words, you’ll never see another sunset
Mark my words, you’ll never see another fucking day end

Keep holding back, and hold fast to the ropes of your demise
It’s never been so hard to live, it never was and it never ends
And ill take the sight of your cursed face with open arms
Our scars mark the lessons we’ve learned
And our past will always be the same
Our scars mark the lessons we’ve learned
And our pasts will never fucking change
Would you give it all for another shot at us?