Sixth sense, black lungs
Eighteen with a silver tongue
Magnetic, red eyes.
With desires to disguise.
CHORUS:
Scars fade, but rebels won’t.
Dead weights with empty souls.
They left us in the cold.
We can find our own way home.
Lone wolves. Lone wolves. Lone wolves with no rules.
New age, black eyes
Faithfully baptized
No heroes, no brands.
I’ve got eyes on the back of my hands
CHORUS:
Scars fade, but rebels won’t.
Dead weights with empty souls.
They left us in the cold.
We can find our own way home.
Lone wolves are never truly alone
United by what keeps us on our own.
New rage, black skies.
Faithfully chastised.
No zeros, no plans.
I’ve got lies on the back of my hands.
Can’t stand it.
Won’t go away.
Fight for flight.
Flight for right.
Can’t stand it.
Won’t go away.
Fight for flight.
Flight for right.
New rage, black skies.
Faithfully chastised.
No zeros, no plans.
I’ve got lies on the back of my hands