Текст песни FoxBat - Penrose

God if you're there could I trouble you for some grace
Been looking up long enough accustomed to your spit in my face
But I guess what's yearned is earned 'til desire decays
Like ashes in an urn we keep memories close but out of frame

It's hard to have faith when beliefs are concave
Feel the blade scrape before the slicing saves

Sinking down in a hole still searching for higher ground
We are, wе are holding out from running up that hill to the sound
The horns play, fеar paves our way out

You can't compare the hate I hold to the crown you stole
I wear these wounds so proud emboldened
Keep your leader's mouth covered and I'll sew it shut
I'm calling you out, the line's been drawn, the cord's now cut, key's marked
Don't forget the lock, red handed so I know you'll stop when your finger’s caught
Sinking down in a hole still searching for higher ground
We are, we are holding out from running up that hill to the sound
The horns play, fear paves our way out

I wasn't prepared for it
Die a martyr, lived as a heretic
I'll hold my breath, spare your judgement till I breathe out

If the devil's real then so is my rage
Tell the carpenter to drown his first born just in case
There's a wolf in the henhouse, casualties are high
The whole farm is overrun, complacency is the new vibe

Defiling the nihilist in case he escapes
Feel the hilt hit bone, deeper as it goes

Sinking down in a hole still searching for higher ground
We are, we are holding out from running up that hill to the sound
The horns play, fear paves our way out

I wasn't prepared for it
Die a martyr, lived as a heretic
I'll hold my breath, spare your judgement till I breathe out