Lyrics Old Bones - Promethee

Old Bones

You see yourself
As the last of a dying breed
You won’t be missed
Along with your dying creed
The maladies seeps in at an early stage
Innocence lost won’t be the one to blame
We persist on living throughout what they narrate
Innocence lost won’t be the one to blame
What have these old bones
Ever done for you
Have they ever told you any of the truth
What have these old bones
Ever done for you
Do you feel secure
Secluded away
In fear
I will wait for all of this to fade away
Will this state of dread
Ever die away
Cave in to the thought of you giving in