Will Haven - Skinner lyrics

"Understand stagnation is a choice, so trade in comfort for vitality... The unknown" The lovers. Temperance. Judgment. d**h "On thing's for certain, this is no fool's journey. It's perfecting madness and rebirth." The lovers. Temperance. Judgment. d**h To your own misfortune chasings cures Nothing is pure f**ed up homes, boarding schools, factories of Droves, drained-out souls Turn it off, abandon, the false Truths, heroes, fools In solitude, start a new, clean the slate of guilt The road is home The hour strikes to unsheathe this blade Give it a stab