Buffalo Theory MTL - Rites lyrics

Lost Hit the streets All tones of gray paint the thoughts of today The deflection of Creation Feeling old, sold, tell me what you're waiting for Some of the bloodiest days We were hanging together wherever Our reckless days Can't you feel it? Feels like desperate days Blood... Thunder... try to free yourself Rites of the ancients Believe in nothing beyond Lone Hit the streets All tones of gray paint the thoughts of today The deflection of Creation Feeling old, sold, tell me what you're waiting for Some of the bloodiest days We were hanging together wherever Our reckless days Can't you feel it? Feels like desperate days Hanging together wherever Our reckless days Blood... Thunder... try to free yourself Rites of the ancients Try to free yourself