These hawks around me are looking for some blood
But what's the point of taking a heart that won't bleed?
They came from nowhere and dove for the ground, while Philosophers whistle away
They contemplate on the flip of a dime, while the bullets gone, the chamber's free
It's often taken by the ones who can't make it
Disarming faults with my bitter taste
It's often taken by the ones who can't fake it
Dishonest folk, they get their way without me
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my foot on your throat Muffling the noise
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my two fingers crossed
That you won't come here no more
These hawks surround me, they're looking for some drugs
But what's there left to take when it's all there for me?
Its margins grow with no one pushing back out, 'till they understand the profits of pain
They wax again, on the purpose of timing
We're always wrong, what will be will be
It's often taken by the ones till they make it
Disarming folks, they get their way without me
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my foot on your throat
Muffling the noise
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my two fingers crossed
That you won't come here no more
It's often taken by the one's who can't break it
These honest thoughts, measure their weight in ounces
Its often taken by the one's till they make it
These honest folks, they get away without me
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my foot on your throat
Muffling the noise
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my two fingers crossed
That you don't come here no more
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my foot on your throat
Muffling the noise
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my ducks in a row
And headroom left to grow
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These hawks around me are looking for some blood
But what's the point of taking a heart that won't bleed?
They came from nowhere and dove for the ground, while Philosophers whistle away
They contemplate on the flip of a dime, while the bullets gone, the chamber's free
It's often taken by the ones who can't make it
Disarming faults with my bitter taste
It's often taken by the ones who can't fake it
Dishonest folk, they get their way without me
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my foot on your throat Muffling the noise
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my two fingers crossed
That you won't come here no more
These hawks surround me, they're looking for some drugs
But what's there left to take when it's all there for me?
Its margins grow with no one pushing back out, 'till they understand the profits of pain
They wax again, on the purpose of timing
We're always wrong, what will be will be
It's often taken by the ones till they make it
Disarming folks, they get their way without me
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my foot on your throat
Muffling the noise
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my two fingers crossed
That you won't come here no more
It's often taken by the one's who can't break it
These honest thoughts, measure their weight in ounces
Its often taken by the one's till they make it
These honest folks, they get away without me
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my foot on your throat
Muffling the noise
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my two fingers crossed
That you don't come here no more
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my foot on your throat
Muffling the noise
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my ducks in a row
And headroom left to grow
But what's the point of taking a heart that won't bleed?
They came from nowhere and dove for the ground, while Philosophers whistle away
They contemplate on the flip of a dime, while the bullets gone, the chamber's free
It's often taken by the ones who can't make it
Disarming faults with my bitter taste
It's often taken by the ones who can't fake it
Dishonest folk, they get their way without me
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my foot on your throat Muffling the noise
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my two fingers crossed
That you won't come here no more
These hawks surround me, they're looking for some drugs
But what's there left to take when it's all there for me?
Its margins grow with no one pushing back out, 'till they understand the profits of pain
They wax again, on the purpose of timing
We're always wrong, what will be will be
It's often taken by the ones till they make it
Disarming folks, they get their way without me
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my foot on your throat
Muffling the noise
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my two fingers crossed
That you won't come here no more
It's often taken by the one's who can't break it
These honest thoughts, measure their weight in ounces
Its often taken by the one's till they make it
These honest folks, they get away without me
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my foot on your throat
Muffling the noise
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my two fingers crossed
That you don't come here no more
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my foot on your throat
Muffling the noise
Behold, away the fog
I wave, with my ducks in a row
And headroom left to grow
Writer: Richard Wallace
Copyright: Lyrics © Richard Wallace
Copyright: Lyrics © Richard Wallace