Old Gods & Weary Saints

It arrives with the dawn

Starts with a numbness in my lips

As I brace for the fight

The ground beneath me slips

So I scream and claw, at these intangible frights

I reach out for purchase as lifelines swing by

But these horrors make head spin

If I could only hold them in my sights

Maybe I'd be alright

Won't you stay just a minute more

'Cause it's so cold and tough to endure

Fuck old gods, I've got this alcohol

I'm well acquainted with my saints

But when the wolves came round, they ripped out my lungs

Proclaimed you're never gonna sing again

I said wait, all I've got are these tales, and a few left to tell

And a few left to tell

This road seems so long

And yet I know it far too well

As I retrace my steps

These familiar faces, they scowl

So I bite and kick, more terror than fight

I reach out as each empty bottle floats by

But I've traveled this path before, and I'll soon return

It's just a matter of time

Old habits won't die

Won't you stay just a minute more

'Cause it's so cold and tough to endure

Fuck old gods, I've got this alcohol

I'm well acquainted with my saints

But when the wolves came round, they ripped out my throat

Proclaimed you're never gonna sing again

I said wait, all I've got are these tales

And one left to tell

Fuck old gods, I've got this alcohol

I'm well acquainted with my saints

But when the wolves came round, they ripped out my tongue

Proclaimed you're never gonna sing again

I said wait, all I've got are these tales, but none left to tell