The Dying Hymn - The Color Morale

Some days you’re the pigeon and some days you are the statue

Some days you’re meant to just sit back and observe

While the world takes its turn and just shits all over you

Some days you need the rain because no one gets paid

To come clean up the messes that life makes all over you

I don’t know who I am in this moment

I know I disappoint you

You don’t know who I am anymore

Well that makes two of us

Are you following a god and this song got in the way

I’m sorry I’m sorry but I am not sorry

Is this the truth, the light, the sight, the roots, or the noose

Everyone is religious only until they don’t need to be anymore

That’s not faith no not to me

All I have let to make are memories and mistakes

And new questions I’ll take to the grave

Do you know how it feels to have your past sink it’s teeth right into your back

Only to turn around and see yourself

Keep the hell away from me

The devil you know is better than the devil you don’t

Keep the hell away from me

You can still lead a positive life with a negative mind

Keep the hell away from me