Chelsea Wolfe
the Hornsby Horns
One day you'll be just like us
One day you’ll be just like us
A conscience seared
Our eyes are swollen over
With aching hands
Fingertips dead
One day you'll be just like us
Lying here in our own shit
He still holds my hand
Although he's done with it
You’ll be jaded
Nothing to bring a little light
Into a world of dark
Calling out to someone who
Will never hear your voice break through
One day you'll be just like us
One day you'll be just like us