When you would hold me
In the dead of the night
Your arm never tired
On your lips all the lies
Danced, burned
Sullen remarks
Took us to dust, there's
Rust on the shoes
That mark the fields, where
We used to run
You fed the daydreams
I must unlearn
You make me sick to my stomach
You make me warm
I'm hungry for more, more, more
Keep it on repeat
The folklore, the glory and gore
Country on the claws of God
I live for the lore, lore
I live for the lore
In the hex stations, they run the circus
I walked out once when they said it wasn't in the stars
All my freedom turned to senseless war
This life will have my goddamn mark
Even if it's in blood
Bending and breaking when I don't wanna be
I'm wishing the shower head breaks on me
I'm getting you off when I don't wanna be
I'm your friend but I don't wanna be
I hate you when you say you love me
You make me sick to my stomach
You make me warm
I'm hungry for more, more, more
Keep it on repeat
The folklore, the glory and gore
Country on the claws of God
I live for the lore, lore, lore
I live for the lore
You make me sick
You make me warm
I'm hungry for more
Keep it on repeat
The folklore, the glory and gore
Country on the claws of God
I live for the lore
Lore
Lore
Lore