Lyrics Proving Grounds - Stolas

Proving Grounds

The Hunter wakes and feels hungry
Neglecting time, will kill the weak
No medicine will come of rain
Craving wonder in a mystery
Out of arrows, so she plants the seeds
A solid promise to feed a need to worry
Hands that come alive
Grasping at the tree line
Hands free of all care
Hands that guide the knife
Take what you want and discard your vices
What will you sacrifice to live this way?
Betraying the distance
You better stay out
Take what you want, discard your vices
What will you sacrifice to live this way?
The malady invisible at the moment it’s first witnessed
So just breathe
I can’t with so much air alive
To grant life the weak can only see
Hands that come alive
Grasping at the tree line
Hands free from all care
Hands that guide the knife
Take what you want and discard your vices
What will you sacrifice to live this way?
Betraying the distance
You better stay out
Her mouth is stitched
With roots the earth refused to keep
She speaks escape in every place we sleep
Her hands, soft skin
A cure clawing for disease
The serpent with its tail between its teeth
Her eyes made bright
With candles hewn from careful bones
The wax it wanders, winds her throat
Her breath is so loud
Her mouth is stitched
With roots the earth refused to keep
She speaks escape and now
I can’t leave her flying out to roam
All on her own
You see the trembling on the ends of her wings?
Because of you, it’s been shaking so consistently
Leave behind the ghosts
Leave behind the fires of home
Every ounce of Hope
Is lost in the steps that we don’t know
Leave behind the ghosts
Leave behind the fires of home
Every ounce of Hope
Hands that guide the sharp edge
Will turn towards the rope