The Mercy from Without Motion by Feral Family

Trespass a world of fickle eyes
See them in embers
Provided little light of day
(Till the bitter ache)
Somehow you’re all bound
(To the bitter ache)
Strange why the walls come down

Any dreams have gone
I won’t ask for one at all
Every feeling sold
I know you can’t afford

I fear the signs
Drafted into war
I’m peering down
This hole of mine

Stretched out so thin and soon I’ll break
Nothings really fair
No chance to get some time away
(Till the bitter ache)
Why are we all somehow
(Till the bitter ache)
On the same boat going down

Any dreams have gone
I won’t ask for one at all
Every feeling sold
I know you can’t afford

I fear the signs
Drafted into war
I’m peering down
This hole of mine
I Fear the signs
Drafted into war
I’m peering down
This hole
Ohhh ohhhh

• Rock
• Yorkshire
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