Her Casket Holds No Bones

Bastions

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Are our lives, our biggest disguise
Masked in deceit, just to repeat..
Well planes will fall out of the sky, these snakes will take back what is theirs
A knife in the chest is far too easy to repair

We are a generation that will feed itself
We are a generation that will need itself
We are a generation that will eat itself
We are a generation that fucked itself

I just performed surgery on myself,
I shattered a thousand promises
I cut away my pleasantries, and slept off most the pain

I will talk a thousand words
I will barter a thousand hurts
I will suffice in this
I will fail in what i give

We are a generation that will feed itself
We are a generation that will eat itself