The Anvil

The space
Between shoving and hell to walk
Begging them not to freak out
Show your anger
Son we’ve created this all for you
Telling the devil to weep
So we can hold on
Strike the anvil
Stand and we have already won
Shore up the last brigade
Send all the soldiers home
Testing the will of that at any cost now
Our denial
What a sweet sensation
Turning the tide as we watch
Back to your life
Just to defend
On the run again
Something I can taste
Bring down the walls
And conform again
Getting weak and frail
Try to tip the scale
Something I can touch
Bring down the walls
Feast
Feed on the world that we gave
Your gluttony sickens the void
Never fearing
How brave to waste it all
The cadence of silence in men
Never ending
Back to your lies
Just to defend
On the run again
Something I can taste
Bring down the walls
And conform again
Getting weak and frail
Try to tip the scale
Something I can touch
Bring down the walls
And conform again
Space
Between shoving and hell to walk
Begging them not to freak out
Testing the will of it at any cost now
Shore up the last brigade
Send all the soldiers home
Testing the will of it at any cost now
Feed on the world that we gave
Your gluttony sickens the void
Never fearing
How brave to waste it all