..if it ain't one of my fights..

'You're kidding, you're not my shadow!'

stories and lullabies

please let's rush it, it's good that we met

This feeling you broke my spine

said sorry and dropped my shadow

seemingly amplified

we keep nothing, all has been said

Feel free to go nowhere, nowhere so soon

we got a brotherhood but we said we had a tune

we call rashes noble and fine

we had as much as we could have stood alive

Seeing the lower times

you call it 'the moment's shadow'

it's cool that we never met

you own my face, all its good and its bad

Leaving my wandering, screaming 'Need a light!'

I got brothers who tend to never fight

we call rashes noble and fine

we had as much as we could have stood alive