Cursive - Tempest lyrics

Wind blown A semi capsized in the storm Stranded The rains of June have cleansed it A baptism of sufferage Take two One man beneath a waning moon Still birth The abortive child of entropy Careening for identity Tempt him Break him in slowly His heart is quick to judge But his hands are too lonely Break him in slowly... Red dawn Another storm opens her arms She's whispering "Surrender all your loyalties" Hand over your idle hands of false idols Let the rains embrace you Now... Break them in slowly Young hearts are quick to judge But their hands are so lonely Break them in slowly... Break them in slowly...