Clamor - Trick & Bout Lyrics

What's buried in your gaze tonight?
No ties that bind or guides to find
So many faces but one draws near
Amidst the crowds and the loudest cheers
No puppet strings or pact with the thieves
No room to flee or cues from me
Without a care to risk a fall
The tempers flare, confession calls
Live amidst the fervent ties
No more tangles or shallow disguise
We're looking right at the mighty shot
Now we're miles adrift without a single care
We're quite the scene beyond repair
And we're home
Who's buried in the storm tonight?
Amidst the din and tensions tight
No need for caution or landing gear
No past regrets or future fears
No expectations or need to please
Don't need no words, no need to plead
Fueling flames and leaving marks
No judgment here you're free to fall
We have no names to assassinate
No masks to wear and no roles to play
When every beat leads to trick and bout
Now it's dark and sweet, and we can taste the blood
Craving whispers sweet and low
Now I'm home
Looking right at your mighty shot
Now we're miles adrift without a single care
We're quite the scene beyond repair
And well we're home
What's buried in your gaze tonight?
No ties to bind or guides to find
The urge within where the sins begin
I veer away when I'm free fall, drifting
In the maze of the wildest fire
In the heart of the trick and bout
We're spinning fast and we're on stolen time
With so many ghosts by your side
Now you're home