Claire Hale by Followship

Cold hands
I couldn't stop them
From pushing my problems onto you
Old friends
Empathy medicine
I couldn't cop that, your abuse

Artist paints the picture
Perspective proves their pain
But the subject is left there wondering
What it is they've gained

Their vision is obscured, ergo
Work too fast you'll break ego
Work too fast you'll break a toe

Their true selves are erased
Easel scarred their face
By glycerin flames
Glycerin flames

Cold hands
I couldn't stop them
From choking a god damned soul abused
Old friends
Empathy medicine
I couldn't cop that, that from you

The perfect design
You had in your mind
Had in your mind

But you couldn't bind
The canvas in time
Had to unwind

(The) fates intertwined
Not as divine
As once in your mind

Blind are the eyes
That deny, deny, deny

I'm cold
So cold

Cold hands
I couldn't stop them
From pushing my problems onto you
Old friends
Empathy medicine
I couldn't cop that, that from you

• Rock
• alternative rock
• claire hale
• coheed and cambria
• emo
• followship
• glassjaw
• guitar
• hail the sun
• post-hardcore
• progressive
• punk
• shred guitar
• Richmond