A Faith Called Chaos - Boxing With Bayonets

The space around our carved hearts

Is littered with, evidence

Evidence of time well spent

(Chase the dragon, drag the nail again.)



We let it be till someone else looks in,

And then it’s out the door

Its in the street again, blinds open

Evidence of time well spent

(Boxing with bayonets yeah)



Afraid someone will see just where we’ve been



I refuse to let it come to that

I want what’s mine is mine is mine is mine is mine

I refuse to let it come to that

I’m giving up on us



In this shallow body

Is a light been grey for so long

C’mon and take a bite yeah

Cause I want to spit out my tongue.



If it is the best that I could get baby I don’t know

If that’s the best that I could get then I don’t know

I can’t stand to bite my tongue.



It’s ok, meant to be, it’s all right,

I’m spent, still, sort of

Yeah, sort of…



I can’t keep these track-lines off y our soul

I’m still breaking limbs in this, this wonder

We used our teeth to paint,

Down these halls.



I’m giving up on us.