You Said It Yourself

from by William Feigns

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Your crooked eyes they won't break my teeth
Your weathered words they won't let your speech
Fold in seven pairs
Your rusted tales won't bless your time
In a cloud of smoke & ghost-like rhyme
Won't conjure hope's refrain
Won't con it into change

Ah, but you said it yourself
There's a grave on top of hell
Where the angels leave their pity bound
Where heaven stops to put it's armor down
We are in between
We are caught between their wars

If your busted cane won't help you walk
It's safe to you're in the dark or
A light is burning out
My stomach turns from it's aging bleach
That keeps in time with awarded sleep
That could hold no keys to days
Or nights or time between

Ah, but you said it yourself
There's a grave on top of hell
Where the angels leave their pity bound
Where heaven stops to put it's armor down
We are in between
We are caught between their wars

I'm staring at the moon
In hopes that I'll go blind
In someone else's news
Embalmed in Holy lies

Ah, but you said it yourself
There's a grave on top of hell
Where the angels leave their pity bound
Where heaven stops to put it's armor down
We are in between
We are caught between their wars

credits

from Soul Remains pt​.​1 & 2, released February 19, 2016
Josh Murphy- Guitar, Vocals
Jeff Beers - Bass guitar
Jimmy Beers- Drums

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