Verse 1
What is this feeling?
What is this pit inside?
It swallows nothing
But still full of pride
I read some shallow verses
Like parade of empty hearses
Meaning but nothing
And by nothing is to mean it all
Chorus
What does this all mean?
And why is it happening?
Scars to scars
We'll bend and break again
Maybe it's for one thing
Who you serve is your king
Head to ground
This is our only war
Verse 2
So real that it feels so fake
Like Sunday goers getting drunk till late
Walking outside the line
Running from the finish line
Running from something
And by something is nothing at all
