Shallow - Hooded Fang

Shallow, strutting your dirt

So tough, but it won’t work

All star, no one else here

Fake stone, full of mad fear

Blinded all your life by the paleness of your sight

It’s a sickness you can’t see what’s going on

History is might and you hold it all too tight

Got you breathing like there’s nothing wrong

Still talking other lives, I hear you criticize

Follower of a trodden path, you’re no iconoclast

Blinded all your life by the paleness of your sight

It’s a sickness you can’t see what’s going on

History is might and you hold it all too tight

Got you breathing like there’s nothing wrong

Blinded all your life by the paleness of your sight

It’s a sickness you can’t see what’s going on

History is might and you hold it all too tight

Got you breathing like there’s nothing wrong