Scraper - Head Wound City

We’re picking up all that we can take

We’re carving out all that we can scrape

And if you see me coming, baby, better turn your back

I’m the biggest pest in this race of rats

Every day we rise

It’s a cold life to a warm grave

Every day we rise

Cold life

The flowers of our love have wilted, died

Our promises have melted into lies

Time’s tracing circles, I can see them in your face

The sky will shatter with a single scrape

Every day we rise

It’s a cold life to a warm grave

Every day we rise

Cold life

Now

We’re scraping from the inside out

We’re scraping from the inside out

We’re scraping from the inside out

We’re scraping from the inside

Take zero from zero and split the rest

A heart for a hole, a hole for a head

Traded our future for the present tense

Burned out our eyes just to catch a glimpse

Cold life

Warm grave

Cold life

Warm grave

Cold life

Warm grave

Cold life

Cold life

We’re scraping from the inside out

We’re scraping from the inside out

We’re scraping from the inside out

We’re scraping from the inside