Turning Away

above a frozen plain a dirty cloud is rearing up and we wolves can only watch
 of all these falling lights the brightest ones are scarring up and scars you cannot change
 all of us still standing must learn to leap up without landing
 and quicken on the wind
 when they're calling
 lets not follow
 then you'll see us
 turning away
 can't hold up this world alone, can't tear down this world alone
 never find a fucking home this my skin is what I own
 broken glass and broken legs have no cup with which to beg no shelter from the caustic rain sidewalk sleepers gutter lain
 and what matters now is not myself its something else
 its to hold the candle still
 fail to obey. make them pay. one more day.