We The Heathens - Iron Fists

Dear friend, amends I'm writing on the walls til bittersweet words start to squall And tear the sails from shipwrecked friends I'm torn, I'm writing door to door and what is more I cant afford the feeble fragments of a washed up mend While there is no feat, I was still reluctant to have had that greet A noted failure, a notch in my belt I'll stand up and try with someone else I'll try with anyone Cast your iron fists aside There's no more room for the swollen egos to be guiding the tides Collectively we're headed downward to the divide So why not die with a friend at your side Oh why not die with some pride Show your teeth again Your reputations got a nasty fucking contagion Your presumption is an ill leaded folk tale friend So why not stand without falter to fend Oh why not seize the end Nihilistic interests keep us closer to our hearts and never more apart We'll start captivating inspirations where our stories will flourish But our stories won't flourish Because our bonds are broken and torn We're all just riding blindly into this storm No ones gonna save us When will you lend a hand Our bonds are broken and torn We're all just gonna die here all alone No ones gonna save us anymore Please entertain the notion that this is coming undone Please entertain the notion that this is falling apart Please entertain the notion that this disdain is our fault Please entertain us, Please entertain us