Hex

Angels with their eyes dripping blood, Writhing in pain bleeding for ecstasy, Myriad of times bringing misery, Sons of war, hexed, unleash thy fury! Be my lords! Reach out and rule! Be my lords!...

I'm sure you can make it Flip side while nothing changes I run past your street, deserted Fading light on your fading face Incision carved out No traces of doubt I can't extract the truth You know it...

You stand apart With the sinking sunlight I just came to watch you smile Clarity You worked so hard that You don't know what it's like to be so shy It's gonna work out anyway It's gonna work out...

Every day and every night Streets leave their mark on my skin The city breaks you down Reach inside, it's upside down I can't find any way out So throw away your promises Speak in tongues, don't reach...

It's 3AM, don't know where we're going Just drive somewhere fast And below the west way Reaches out to clutch you back

Lay down low You give it all Fresh trace on my back Hands on my face You want it all Lay down low Lay down low Eyes wide Which soon disappear Take this back 'Cause I know you Won't limit that All this...

So satisfied, leave without a trace You taught me doubt, still you do it again And it's high, high time I found myself on the road Educate myself 'til it hurts And it's high, high time I satisfy what...