The Impasse - Hookworms

I have seen greater days pass through stark unlit rooms

So carry me on this lake of waste

Grim, cool and drowned in death

How we died

And we didn’t dream of dying

But never dreamed of living

Touch my faults, touch my faults

I’ll let you, I’ll let you push me back again

Who are you gunning for?

Lost

I wandered freely

Hazily joy like in absent arms

Shouldered I moved

The rain, the rain, the rain, the rain, the rain

How we died and we didn’t dream of dying

But never dreamed of living

Touch my faults, touch my faults

I’ll let you, I’ll let you push me back again

Who are you gunning for?

Who are you gunning for?

Who are you gunning for?

Who are you gunning for?

Who are you gunning for?

Because I was made of stone

I was made of stone

I was made of stone

I was made of stone