Born into This - Chris Wollard & The Ship Thieves

No turning back, the trap is set.

…some promises.

Painted lines, towards decent.

Will keep the focus on empty things.

You know you’re born into this, can’t ignore it.

You’re born into this, then your blinking is gone.

Each time around, this is what you get.

There’s none to borrow, there’s none to lend.

No where to hide, enjoy the sting.

The will is tortured on broken wings.

You know you’re born into this, can’t ignore it.

You know you’re born into this, can’t ignore it.

You know you’re born into this, can’t ignore it.

You’re born into this, then your blinking is gone.