Roads - Portished

Caniglia - grotesque head studies

Portished - Roads

Oh, can"t anybody see,
We"ve got a war to fight,
Never found our way,

Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,

How can it feel, this wrong.
Storm, In the morning light,
I feel, No more can I say,
Frozen to myself.