Vengeance Of from BELLICOSE by The Boy Who Cried Wolf

i understand the weather's broken, by man made dream machines
and nightmares walk among us..
i only wish i could at least, define what's left of me
after the fall, after the crawl, after the hole
they put me in,
i need to burn the witch's nest, so tall the glass, so full..
my every breath, a scream, my every move
so fucking cruel..
how can i remind them, i'm satisfied with waiting in line
until the heaven's burst,
until our world's collide,
until i'll look you in the eyes
and see the blackest veins burrowing

new homes in our shallow hearts.

So forth and on, the story goes, we're still throwing rocks..
As understanding follows idols, the emptiest of flocks..
I will find myself at sorrow's edge
When trust will spoil the dead...

ah , rain, you cautiously uncautious, blistering adore
to be as high as heavens and so graciously to fall,
I caught myself looking at stars,
Hearing a voice i knew to hold so far..
From my inpatient heart..

Hold tight the ones you love.
Hold tight the ones you choke.

• Metal
• big ending
• cautionary
• garage
• growls
• hardcore
• heavy
• metal
• punkish
• southern
• tempo
• Bucharest