Maera

Count, what of it would count?
Sunset on your scars
These were the best of all of us
Just sailing in the white light
Covering the dark, come
And you make your iris
Turn in your nose, right far
Till I’m not found, found
Till I’m not found, found
Standing on a golden skies
Tempting one of your eyes
Send in the warden
I’mma be the hardest gun
'Cause I’m not done
Feed me to your starving hounds
'Cause none of it counts
Lost in the cold earth
Sinking on the foreign parts
And I’m not found, found, found, found
Give me to your starving hounds
'Cause none of it counts
Give me to your starving hounds
'Cause none of it counts
'Cause none of it counts
'Cause none of it counts
Count, what of it would count?
Sunset on your scars
These were the best of all of us
Just sailing in the white light
Covering the dark, come
And you make your iris
Turn in your nose, right far
Feed me to your starving hounds
Lost in the cold earth
Sinking on the foreign parts
Feed me to your starving hounds
'Cause none of it counts
Lost in the cold earth
Sinking on the foreign parts
And I’m not found, found, found