Combate

If you set a rule to get by,
You take away your eyes' power to see;
Something starts to smell bad
Yet you keep going, your weapons are gone.

A place so vast and nothing to lose
Or more mornings you wish to see again,
See again.

Empty caresses run across your skin
And you just want to get out and run;
You hear trash in your earbuds
It sounds great but it’s all the same.

A place so vast and nothing to lose
Or more mornings you wish to see again,
See again.