well i ve got a new wound to lick my plate is empty but my spoon is poised you know that there is iron in your words your words of death i tried to bluff but all it did was raise the stakes that s not what i came for i m no kind of savior that s not what i m here for your destiny s chosen it is what you think it is across the canyon you can hear the call like a suffragette for an empire that s crumbling down that you once ruled but now don t have a shoulder to lean upon what if i gave you mine that s not what i came for i m no kind of savior that s not what i m here for your destiny s chosen it is what you think it is as if being flesh and blood was not enough it feels like you just have pierced my expiring heart with a crimson gleam like diamonds they pour out their poison glaze javelins in an empty sky that s not what i came for i m no kind of savior and it s not what you d swear it was your destiny s chosen it is what you think it is
['asheville indie']