Shellshock (ssǝʇsǝᴉɹd ɥƃᴉɥ ǝɥʇ) In Hearts Wake (Ft. The Color Morale)

In the beginning, it was nothing but dirt and clay
Breathing a new life from the vessel taking shape
Conjured from rivers and set to open flame
What is held within, now trapped without escape
Everything can change in the blink of an eye
Life held hostage by the face of the night
Sharp are the daggers that cut into the vein
Lacerations heal, but the memories still remain

Battered and bruisеd
Still wearing the wounds
The trauma goеs on and on
Tattered and torn
Still facing the storm
I'm fighting 'til the break of dawn

I won't let it win
Rivers of gold in porcelain
Don't give up, don't give up
Light up the dark in everything
I won't let it win

The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal
The pain you can't free is the trauma revealed

Shattered, now shapeless, and scattered on the ground
Pieces of my past are the mirrors that surround
Shards of the future beneath the broken skin
Only I can heal what is buried deep within
Shellshock