Scavengers کے بول

Ain't no use in tryna save me For death is here won't keep her waiting Like a moth to a flame I keep coming On my two feet, I'll go down gunning On my two feet, I'll go down gunning Ain't no way that I can hold on To this paper will that I've emboldened Every night my ambitious mind starts churning With the rising sun, it's set to burning Yeah, every day this table's turning Please don't wake me Fall asleep between the notes In this house beset by ghosts Ravaged by internal hopes On pins and needles This thunderous quiet Please don't wake me Falling asleep between the notes In this house beset by ghosts Ravaged by internal hopes On pins and needles This thunderous quiet This thunderous silence Thunderous quiet