Violent winds are cover in the night of horrors black and brewing to extinguish what is bright
No equation to console their fragile little minds
Forge a child's memory
We remember to forget
The teeth in their heads are swallowing instead
Nothing fits the symptoms
Just promises of led
Soon to be missed the safety of their beds
No class as the halls, like them, taste the red
Stomach's groaning with a mortal grudge
Hell released by the slightest touch
A flash escapes but the rest we flush
Yet it's still too soon to say too much
And when the bell rings
A glance across the chaos only moments from the lost
A desperate attempt to disarm the fire from its host
And when the bell rings
Forge another f*cking memory
A final thought to dismantle what he fears the most
A hopeful breath answered by its greatest cost
Who split the numbers
Just math on the floor
Is anybody counting
Just Cardinals on the floor
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Violent winds are cover in the night of horrors black and brewing to extinguish what is bright
No equation to console their fragile little minds
Forge a child's memory
We remember to forget
The teeth in their heads are swallowing instead
Nothing fits the symptoms
Just promises of led
Soon to be missed the safety of their beds
No class as the halls, like them, taste the red
Stomach's groaning with a mortal grudge
Hell released by the slightest touch
A flash escapes but the rest we flush
Yet it's still too soon to say too much
And when the bell rings
A glance across the chaos only moments from the lost
A desperate attempt to disarm the fire from its host
And when the bell rings
Forge another f*cking memory
A final thought to dismantle what he fears the most
A hopeful breath answered by its greatest cost
Who split the numbers
Just math on the floor
Is anybody counting
Just Cardinals on the floor
No equation to console their fragile little minds
Forge a child's memory
We remember to forget
The teeth in their heads are swallowing instead
Nothing fits the symptoms
Just promises of led
Soon to be missed the safety of their beds
No class as the halls, like them, taste the red
Stomach's groaning with a mortal grudge
Hell released by the slightest touch
A flash escapes but the rest we flush
Yet it's still too soon to say too much
And when the bell rings
A glance across the chaos only moments from the lost
A desperate attempt to disarm the fire from its host
And when the bell rings
Forge another f*cking memory
A final thought to dismantle what he fears the most
A hopeful breath answered by its greatest cost
Who split the numbers
Just math on the floor
Is anybody counting
Just Cardinals on the floor
Writer: Steve McTigue
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid