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Kill It With Fire

from Everything Borrowed by The Pilot's Archive

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I've created a monster with bolts in its neck
I've spread out every flaw I thought I kept in check
I've lined my pockets with sand and filled my glass with gold
And cut off the hands that always made me let go

All that it is, and all that it's been
A carrion throne upon a garbage hill
Hold your breath, cause baby it's death
Oh what a mess I have made of myself

And on the same old winds I set sail
Into a blood-drenched sea of curmudgeon appeal
I let the wolves descend down the throat of my chore
I can't beware the ides, for they are at my door

All that it's been, and all that it is
A carrion throne upon a garbage hill
Hold your breath, cause baby it's death
Oh what a mess I have made of myself
All that it's been, all that it is
A carrion throne upon a garbage hill
Hold your breath, cause baby it's death
Oh what a mess I have made of myself

Bedlam came at me with a drooling mouth
And a tongue that smelled fear and knew it's sound
This ain't death it's a penultimate grave
My own mistakes are the reason i can't be saved

All that it is, all that it's been
A carrion throne upon a garbage hill
Hold your breath, cause baby it's death
Oh what a mess I have made of myself
All that I am, all that I'll be
A bloodless urchin, a siren to sea
I'll let my soothsayers bring whatever my own sirens will sing
All that I am, all that I've been
A mirror to watch myself sink down
I followed the leaders of the followers
My heart lies in love with my every failure

My legacy, the broken back
My legacy of heart attacks - wrecked
Fair is foul, and foul is fair
Of thyself so unaware with no care
Underneath my gun
Underneath my sun
With no one Bleeding out from the eyes
Bleeding out from the spine - dead

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from Everything Borrowed, released August 2, 2014

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We're a hardcore/alternative band from the grit of Manchester, TN, USA. Live shows fueled by passion, music fueled by pure honesty. For fans of Norma Jean, Glassjaw, La Dispute, and Every Time I Die.

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