Evergreen Terrace - Dead Horses (2013)

I knew this was coming
Could smell the storm on the air
Shadows only grow darker
They're drowning out the glare
It's too early for dusk
Ashes black out the sky
It's too early for dusk

We took only what we could carry
But our hands were too tired and old
For the things you hold on to
When you're left out in the cold
With both eyes over our shoulders
In darkness and silence we ran
Held tight 'til the meat fell
From the bones of our rotting hands

At the end of it all
Stand undivided, with black hearts united
At the end of it all
We can never go home, until we turn every stone
At the end of it all
A fate undecided, when black hearts are guided
At the end of it all
We falter, we fail, still with wind in our sails

I will extract my pound of flesh
As long as it's mine for the taking
We found our morals subjective
We all got dirt under our nails
It's a hard thing to avoid
When crawling through the mud and hail

End over end I've been living
Through fire, through dirt, and through stone
Abandoning all, unforgiven
So tighten the noose that keeps me hanging
Under this skin I've been given
Lie broken, these travelers bones
Dead horses have always been ridden
So tighten the noose that keeps me hanging

Never letting go

I wanna know, I wanna know
Exactly what keeps me hanging on
Is it the wind in my face? The reassuring embrace
Of a family that I've never known?
I wanna know, I wanna know
Exactly what keeps me hanging on

Waiting for life to be quickened
Ending this war on my own
Breaking down, breaking down these conditions
Tighten the noose that keeps me hanging
Acclimated to size, with the dirt in my eyes
Drowning in waters unknown
Weathered and worn, I'm still hidden
Tighten the noose that keeps me hanging

Never letting go

We're always searching for daylight (daylight)
Will we ever find what we're looking for

Bloody my fists
Against the same wall
Hoping for a different dent
Over and over again
My floor boards
Clawing in the dark for a switch

Indian summer upon us
Tried to see but thick was the haze
How can I ever get one leg up
When I was born with my two feet in the grave

When I was young
The preacher told me
I'd be found out by my sins
Bloody my fists
Against the same wall
Hoping for a different dent
Over and over again

Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight

Keep searching, keep searching
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching, keep searching
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching, keep searching
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching, keep searching
Searching for daylight

We're always searching for daylight (daylight)
Will we ever find what we're looking for