Song Lyrics

I clutch the worn out year of my birth
Herded with the herd
I whisper through anemic lips, I was born
And the centuries surround me with fire

I clutch the worn out year of my birth
Herded with the herd
I whisper through anemic lips, I was born
And the centuries surround me with fire

Aortas fill with blood to cleanse my head
To clean this feed
Commit to memory failures past and our petty needs
Suppress the crime of time and the names that map our identity
'Cause when the fighting stops our damned souls will rot
We'll never be set free

I'm all out of appeals now
I'm just going to scream now

Old friends, new war
Stuck in an uneven fight
Old friends, new war
Not dumb enough to close my eyes
Old friends, new war
Still dancing to defective rhymes
Old friends, new war

The silence of the herd,
Apologetic words, is all I ever find
And there's no other choice
But to create some noise and sharpen up my mind
'Cause when the cages shrink
I'll be the weakest link on every fucking chain
Can never pacify this constant war inside,
All the hate and pain

I'm all out of appeals now
I'm just going to scream now

Old friends, new war
Stuck in an uneven fight
Old friends, new war
Not dumb enough to close my eyes
Old friends, new war
Still plotting 'til the end of night
Old friends, new war

I clutch the worn out year of my birth
Herded with the herd
I whisper through anemic lips, I was born
And the centuries surround me with fire
And the centuries surround me with fire
And the centuries surround me with fire

Shellback, David Sandstrom, Dennis Lyxzen, Kristofer Steen, Magnus Flagge