Texty:
Reveille Laced

I've lost my footing I'm hanging on by the brink I'm stranded in a sea of hope With not a drop to drink So I stand alone when I think Because conformity

Alright I've grown tired of all this emptiness So deeper and deeper I dig into the dark I'm searching for tools to patch me up But the more I find the

These bare walls hold a familiar theme In this my home and happy hell The pain I've seen within this empty dream Locked and barred inside myself Caged

dig myself out Come on, come on, check it, check it, check it Takers, fakers, barrel bottom scrapers Separating family from those phony money makers Papers, stuffed rolled and laced

hold me up And I could give a fuck for all that it's worth Breath in, breath out, but take a closer look Because your life is laced and now you're

A wooden cross, an angel's bed Decked with nails and strewn in red And empty garden, our dooming fate Which day by day we tolerate A ruined world, a gaping