from
The War Cry Of Failure LP,
released November 6, 2015
The odds are looking even
and no one gets to sleep
the roaring boys are back
but they only came to leave
We’ve got our superstitions
guarded under lock & key
my only possessions
are a figment
in a tournament of thieves
I fell inside a minute
and forgot to breathe
Well hey, I guess things break
Well hey, I guess things break
That’s all we ever hear these days
Well hey, I guess things break
Whatever happened to being
destined for great things?
Now they’re lifting up the curtain
and lowering the stage
with a heart that races like the clouds
and eyes that never stop to blink
I lost track of time
and adding up the complaints
whatever you get your claws into is fair game
Well hey, I guess things break
Well hey, I guess things break
That’s all we ever hear these days
Well hey, I guess things break
Leave me with my notions
and take what you please
I’ve heard some crazy talk before
and all I used to believe
so grab your tickets while you can
to watch the world sink
it’s as simple as a headache
and so easy to complicate
whatever you get your claws into is fair game
Well hey, I guess things break
Well hey, I guess things break
That’s all we ever hear these days
Well hey, I guess things break