WR MMRL Lyrics

The distance between the lines gets smaller

But motion's the same

The reality

of orbits facing inevitability

Every weekend is a war

We're wolves, we're bats

We're owls and rats

Our whisky spit drips sour and black

Bourbon blood runs thin and cold

Snow white eyes sunk in shadow

We dig our heels on nights so cold

Down broken sidewalks we find our homes

The thirst of the horizon's throat

It sucks down the sun and throws up the moon

Just one more and I'll go

Dragged face first through the snow

Was it against my will, or was I asking for it?

The penance of a ghost

There's no time

No threads to unwind

The sky is still grey like my mind

There's no way

That we won't decay and drip

into the cracks of the mold that we made

I need numbing, I need pain

The dichotomy again and again

Pins and needles in my head

Stitching memories I wish I never had

The reality of our orbits facing inevitability

We dig our heels on nights so cold

Down broken sidewalks we find our homes

The thirst of the horizon's throat

It sucks down the sun and throws up the moon

I need numbing, I need pain

The dichotomy again and again

Pins and needles in my head

Stitching memories I wish I never had

Every weekend is a war

Every weekend is a cure

It's gonna be cold, it's gonna be gray, and it'll last you the rest of your life.

There's no sun

There's no sleep

And everything is the same

It's just bleak

It's so dark

And desolate every day