Crooked Feathers - Stonegard

The bitter taste of sweetness on my tongue

Seems to be the venomous debris of what went wrong

Try to figure out this

One on one charade my ways have finally found

And it seems that all that shimmer is gold

But not this one

I’ll ride this one of

You don’t know what you got until it’s gone

(Ravaged ravaged)

The common excuse exceeds to be enough for everyone

I tuck my wings back in

You try to make the weight lighter

To carry on

Crooked feathered I dwell on like unaffected

This war has just begun

I have nowhere to run

On along

Loathing this bitter taste of emptiness

My solo run

Seems to be the venomous debris of what went wrong

I’ll never figure this out

Summoning of fatal flaws

I’m tearing it down

And it seems that all that shimmer is gold

But not this one

Oh I’m burnt again

Beyond recognition

Should I roll over and play dead?

I tuck my wings back in

You try to make the weight lighter

To carry on

Crooked feathered I dwell on like unaffected

This war has just begun

I try to even the figures

Crooked feathered I dwell on like unaffected

This war has just begun

I have nowhere to run

On along