Crooked Shadows from Horizons/West by Thrice

The horizontal light casts a crooked shadow
Giving off the glare of a cheap motel
Open up your mouth and it's boast or babble
Making everywhere you go a living hell
And as the day is winding down
You're clinging tighter to your crown
You thought that you were glory bound
But you see the sun swing low
It's gonna set on you
The sun is setting
It's gonna set on you
Your squinting through the shine of a sickly splendor
Sweating in the heat of the dying day
Shouting from the roof on another bender
Spreading fear and hate from the Q&A
But you can feel the axis shift
The fervor's feeling desperate
You're trying to tie a tourniquet
But you see the sun swing low
It's gonna set on you
Your day is ending
Your fate impending
You better run I know you're scared of the dark
The night is falling
The wolves are calling
You better run before they tear you apart

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