'68 - Track 7 N lyrics

The future has seen better days Always, closed doors Open old sores Makeshift Holy Ghost But I need more It's fair enough to say that I am never walking back Never going out Never shaking hands with lifelessness But I walk alone with you by my side You've given me a thousand tries Headlines Half truths Half life and it's half used Golden hearts Silver tongues Slant rhymes and I might be the only one left I found you in the fire but you claimed that it kept you warm My whole though process is nothing more than what I say I never understand the synchronization of a water down revolution The d**h of a son The d**h of a salesmen, the anointed one So what is there left to say? Everyone's given up but I was born on a different day and I drink from a different cup