Текст: Chuck Ragan. Feast Or Famine. It's What You Will.

We are the common not fifth and disgrace. You were no better if you saw it that way. Lock up your scapegoats, shut out the lights. Lock up your secrets, give your skeletons the keys

We will never be what you want the world to be. You'll never have a glimpse of what true love can see. Mind the world is dying, it isn't yours to kill. Look around, it's what you will

Yeah, we are the blue, so strong and confused. Tracking down dusty roads finding what we lose. Dancing with the causalities; spirits of the wars, shedding a few tears for the beggars and the whores

We will never be what you want the world to be. You'll never have a glimpse of what true love can see. Mind the world is dying, it isn't yours to kill. Look around, it's what you will

Maybe there's a mutiny rising with the sun. Come shed some light on the damage that was done. Maybe it's an army all sleeping for your old, resting from a hard day of army and the cold

We will never be what you want the world to be. You'll never have a glimpse of what true love can see. Mind the world is dying, it isn't yours to kill. Look around, it's what you will. Look around, it's what you will