The Motion - Born Low

Dark washed the way

You’re supposed to see the world

Wretch, rot, decay, a cloud to bring the rain

Fielding only pain

Broken crown

You speak the loudest

Hear no sound

All the wasted space is gone

Yield to nothing

Before long, lost in the motion

Broken crown

You speak the loudest

Hear no sound, lost the motion

Expose the martyr

Forced to guess the aim, we all sweat the same

Standing never harder

Bleeding out to me

We’re running out of time

People and their patience

Something’s gonna break

Where will it take us?

Manufacture the martyr

Guessing game on who you want her to be

Standing never became harder

Bleeding out to me

We’ve been lost in a dead end dream

Bought the bold display

Misadjust the trust, expose the raw disgust

Standing in the way

The scales emptied out

Feeding only doubt