The Trophy Fire - Tired Eyes lyrics

grey town square with towering walls where exit seems like something in a tale in a factory where machines push and pull and you stand there silent with your hands at your side masquerade hide your face tired eyes at the pub downtown where solace seems tied so tightly to the bottom of your gla** you ask yourself is work the measure of a man? is there color to have, to hold? masquerade hide your face tired eyes stuck against the rails your spirits frail tired eyes