Lyrics: 
He starts to sober, realises what he’s done, what a fool he has become 
blinded by the bliss that this, his whiskey provides
 you can hear his heart sink a little deeper inside 

this man is feeling second hand, time slips through his fingers like hour glass sand 
through the hands of someone, going further than he
the heart on his sleeve, ink on his chest, the lump in his throat
cross in a clenched fist
cross in a clenched fist

he brings, he brings his fingers in close
 but a clenched fist won’t hold onto what he wants most
as he sits, he sits and he waits, but his fortunes just won’t fucking change

Once stood, so tall, irrepressible
his inner feelings reflect his true worthlessness
insignificance and contempt
toward everyone he’s ever met

his never ending grip loosens
all he stood for slips away
He starts to sober, realizes what he’s done, what a fool he has become 
blinded by the bliss that this, his whiskey provides
 you can hear his heart sink a little deeper inside
he needs to be saved
stand like the brave and be his savior 

he loses friends like treasured possessions, naive; he thinks it’s only a lesson
it never really sinks in, to the man who’s to deep, struggling, too far in 
his hold is slipping from the old 
his hold is slipping from the old
the truth, is slipping from the stories he once told 
what he knew as his only 
now left so cold, bloody and lonely 


Brave

2nd song Released off our debut EP titled 'Counting Losses' which will be released in the near future.

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