Breaking my back again trying to find the wind, the more I try, the more I hate, the more I give up.
Holding my thoughts in letting them build up, the more the clarity is far from me escaping. I grow like
the rose. My stem is my vanity. And when I die in my beholder's grasp, I start all over again. If I were
to meet life personified, it'd be an old man that's fishing and hoping. Why am I so confused, fighting
with contradictions, with the only thing that works. My id is my stranger. Vocals/Kayla,
Banjo/Ethan, Acoustic Guitar/Jeremy, Bass/Jeremy, Lead Guitar/Kayla, Drums/AJ. Lyrics written by
Kayla. Song written by Greyfield.
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