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

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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