Rifle - A Darkness

You are a darkness that calls to darkness
A haven for ragged refugees
You are a punchline, you're a distraction
A sucking chest wound dying by degrees
Force yourself to move, but not too very fast
Too late to be first, too proud to be last

You are a darkness that calls to darkness
You are a hunger that feeds on all it sees
You are a symptom, another victim
A windblown scarecrow shaking with disease
There's not much future in this living in the past
Too late to be first, too proud to be last

The sun comes up like violence
And burns away your dreams
Your pillow smells like tears and sweat
And fear and smothered screams

Aren't you a punchline
A sucking chest wound
You are my darkness
We are the darkness

Here comes your darkness
Here comes your hunger
Here comes the darkness
The spell that I live under

You are a darkness that calls to darkness
Contend with monsters, surrender, and appease
You are as wretched as you are splendid
The answer to the question that's gnawing at me
The night dies, the day breaks dawn works its violence
Scream into your pillow and pretend that it's silence
Silence!
You are a darkness
You are a symptom
You are a darkness
My latest victim

Written by:
Sean Tyler

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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