&Kneed




Spent our days in idle dreams
and our nights numb, depressed
that the toys don't satiate
satisfy like they should.

So we keep selling time
just to buy things that waste it.
Our dream is dead.
Our passion's sold.
Our light is old.
We Gave

Wood for Smoke
Substance for Promise
Life for Dreams

So we stand at the end,
flickering in and out.
Pulling in every trick just to slow the burning wick.

But all the minds,
all the kings men haven't found a
way to cheat death.
Our dream is dead.
Our passion's sold.
Our light is old.
We Gave

Pale pews, crumbs, of the
dead bought you, promised
life within, silence, darkness.
Quod me nutrit, me, destruit.

And the proud who overthrew
tyranny with their hands
accept it in daily prayers
to silent gods statuesque jails.


Lyrics by Jeremy Borne
2016 Opioid Music