[Grendel]
[๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐ฏ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐]
With a spiraling storm of tension
In the dead of the night
Uttering words that we shouldโ neverโ mean
Blood and murderโ resting heavy
On the tips of ourโ tongues
Despair and anger in every scream
Then like thunder in the air
The words they spread like lightning
Now is this what we truly believe
As I'm walking out the door
And drive toward the daylight
I think that I begin to see
[Chorus]
๐๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ ๐ง๐๐ฐ ๐๐๐ฐ๐ง ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐
๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ซ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ฐ
๐๐จ ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ
๐๐จ ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ
๐๐จ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ ๐ง๐๐ฐ ๐๐๐ฐ๐ง ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐
๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ซ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ฐ
๐๐จ ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ
๐๐จ ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ
With the pedal to the metal
In the morn's early lights
The blood is boiling hot in my veins
Pressed back into the leather
Just the horizon in sight
With the background slowly slipping away
Then the screeching in the air
Of slamming breaks on tires
I'm driving back to what could have been
As I'm walking through the door
And you take me in your arms
I know what I can clearly see