Borrowed Time Borrowed Eyes от Subdued: Live At Roadburn 2017

Heads on spikes, symbols on skulls Give me a reason to go on The winter sky is full of ash Broken homes, endless trash But in the darkness he holds his son He’s all that’s left, the only one In the hills, the people hide Join together, rot inside In this land, the only hope Is to die young, to not get old But in the darkness he holds his son He’s all that’s left, the only one In the darkness he holds his son There is no God, there is no love Stripped to the marrow, Their empty platitudes can’t Clothe them, feed them, heal them They shuck them off like a thin, useless skin That they’ve outgrown when hunger calls How long must my journey go? And my sorrow no one know?