I Can't Feel - Matthew Dear

Days don’t rhyme

With all my friends

Hard to believe

That we have friends

Mind over lust

Time to unfold

Clearly we can see you

Under your clothes

Look at them run

In a beasthood race

Child’s awake

Child’s awake

Tangled herds

And the dust will fly

And the dust will fly

Miles away

All of our battle dance

Can equate as a dance

Obvious battle dance

Take a bow

Take a chance