Great Deceivers Lyrics
"Days of Reversal"

Head in hands
Revivals of form
Drowning while you wait
Out the storm

Nauseous with the promise
Of a return to soot
And pregnant with the premise
That this was ever any good

It's the day of the dog
And we're born of the breed
It's the year of the young
Best foot forwards, bittersweet

It's the day of the dog
And we're born of the breed
It's the year of the young
Best foot forwards, bittersweet