Experimental acoustic for me.
Lyrics
Far from the cave where you were raised from,
You sought out hands to latch on to,
And we let you be pulled along,
While you tried to hide,
That you're just a scavenger,
Picking up after the scraps that have been left behind.
Gun to my head, and yours in a field of white,
Well, I hope that you had a good time while you were staying there,
I hope you smiled the day along,
Until I looked in your eyes,
Saw I'm just a placeholder,
Biding time until the day when a real one will arrive.
[Interlude 1]
Oh, you can follow me if you really need to,
But your kings are calling,
And the moon is out too,
It's your time,
To change,
To change.
(Interlude 2)
And I looked in your eyes,
Saw you're just a scavenger.
