Ella Kaye - Foxgod

In the eye of the storm
Is where
I found authentic mortal sadness
Lead there
By a makeshift moral compass

My solitude is just
Calculated loneliness
I'd kill for better weather
And revel for emphasis

I wear the best disguises
To detract from all my vices
I'm a walking scarecrow
Turned my diamonds back to coal
I wear the best disguises
To detract from all my vices
An intrinsic apathy
For everyone but me

I botched my getaway
I've been widowed by my trade

I've got a blind love for bad things
Like I prefer nightmares to daydreams
If there's no end
Then I'm not going through, I'm just going in
I'm terrified when I am not alone
I'm not homesick, I'm just sick of home

I botched my getaway
I've been widowed by my trade
I traded happiness for the quest for happiness

I'm buying time with poverty
These fallacies are a part of me
I just need a place to hang my head
Rather my hands be empty than be red

I'm terrified when I am not alone
I'm not homesick, I'm just sick of home
I'm terrified when I am not alone
I'd leave right now but I've got nowhere else to go

Written by:
Jack Croom, Jacob Randall, Justin Chard, Nick Antonucci

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