Clouds to Break Songtext
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Days, they gotta pull their weight (Pull their weight)
Dragged from slumber half awake (Half awake)
Daisies waiting on the vine (On the vine)
Wilted by the hour of nine (Hour of nine)

Malice funds a soul depraved (Soul depraved)
Motivate the hate we say (The hate we say)
Hiding in plain sight, it thrives (Sight, it thrives)
Poison for the love, poison for the love deprived

I beg the clouds to break
I′ve been told the fog will thin
If I could just resist the urge to win
And beg the clouds to break
I've been told the earth will spin
If I could just resist the urge to win
And beg


Busted moral compass, shallow grave (Shallow grave)
Nothing buried, nothing gained (Nothing gained)
Strip of sunset out of light (Out of light)
Darkness by the hour of five (Hour of five)

So closer to the ground I stay
Still pissed off but less afraid
Every bed I occupied
Resurrected side-by-side

All this running around
I never found what I′m running toward
And if I was, oh, so invisible then
I'm invisible now more than before
All this running around
No, I never found what I'm running toward
Posing in the mud in a gown falling on my sword

I beg the clouds to break
I′ve been told the fog will thin
If I could just resist the urge to win
And beg the clouds to break
I′ve been told the earth will spin
If I could just resist the urge to win
And beg