Artist: '68

Track 7 N

The future has seen better days
Always, closed doors
Open old sores
Makeshift Holy Ghost
But I need more

It's fair enough to say that I am never walking back
Never going out
Never shaking hands with lifelessness
But I walk alone with you by my side
You've given me a thousand tries

Half truths
Half life and it's half used
Golden hearts
Silver tongues
Slant rhymes and I might be the only one left
I found you in the fire but you claimed that it kept you warm
My whole though process is nothing more than what I say
I never understand the synchronization of a water down revolution
The death of a son
The death of a salesmen, the anointed one
So what is there left to say?
Everyone's given up but
I was born on a different day and
I drink from a different cup