Cold Days (feat. Leuspage)

Paper cranes lined up on a rock Grey stone, green moss See the way that they shiver in the wind Back and forth like they're shaking from shock I had a lot of chains made of bottles Now I've taken them off But can't change who I was Feeling like I'm nailed to a cross All faith is lost This is all just a game for the gods Same as it ever was Blame me for evermore I will take it happily We all know my head is flawed Rain from the heavens Inhaling the petrichor I am not a monster but I wish I had some better thoughts I'm not here to settle scores I just want to end the war Maybe be a friend of yours I am just a metaphor Sloppily written With some honesty in it But it should probably be hidden Behind a cellar-door