Bleeding Ink 1,383

I could shake

I could rattle these chains

I could tell you

Everything

Is about to change

—

I shaved my face

I cut my hair

I swore I wouldn’t walk over there

—-

Cut to the grave

No angels

Out here

In the battlefield

And the poets

Say we’re standing tall

Remember when we knew it all

—–

I could shake

I could rattle these chains

I could —

Or we could—

Run all night

Try to remember

How we—

What if we could…

—-

Shake

Rattle these chains

Talk about the change

In angels we believe

Cut to our knees in the grave

Poets say we’re standing tall

—

We could

What if we could

We could

What if we could