Lyrics Shallow - Hooded Fang

Shallow

Shallow, strutting your dirt
So tough, but it won’t work
All star, no one else here
Fake stone, full of mad fear
Blinded all your life by the paleness of your sight
It’s a sickness you can’t see what’s going on
History is might and you hold it all too tight
Got you breathing like there’s nothing wrong
Still talking other lives, I hear you criticize
Follower of a trodden path, you’re no iconoclast
Blinded all your life by the paleness of your sight
It’s a sickness you can’t see what’s going on
History is might and you hold it all too tight
Got you breathing like there’s nothing wrong
Blinded all your life by the paleness of your sight
It’s a sickness you can’t see what’s going on
History is might and you hold it all too tight
Got you breathing like there’s nothing wrong