Young Livers - Of Misery And Toil lyrics

At its core insincere Comes close but not to touch An obligation to deform And we were warned and in our own reaction Tied now to this push Martyrs to no cause Our direction not to follow It's some sensory misperception As it feeds in the shallows Heavy of our tongue lay these words onto you, and it's obvious: It's nothing but sound We push and we pull And if we don't get away or we just can't get enough We'll burn this all to the ground