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Composure

This song is by SycAmour, features Trenton Woodley of Hands Like Houses and appears on the album Indulgence: A Saga of Lights (2014).

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All I ever wanted was your honesty

You're being lied to; the ones that claim your heart
Are constricting the life from your mind
You can't face it, so you maintain the blind
Sedated, sedated, sedated

Do you really wanna give it all up
For a sweet scent debasement?
Do you really wanna give it all up?
You're placing lives at stake, can't let you walk away
If I can't make you stop, I'll have to take you out

Can I get a little tighter grip on my hands, God
Composure fit for a man, if I never see her again?
(If I never see her again?)
I will sleep all alone until she comes home
Or let go

Let go

I see the passion slowly leaving from your eyes
I'm tryna save you, I tried to save you
But there was nothing to hold onto, you were sinking
I had to leave it, the void was screaming for your blood

Give me some perspective
I'm made of flesh and bone, I am not your god
Don't be so pretentious
You're placing lives at stake, can't let you walk away
If I can't make you stop, I'll have to take you out

Can I get a little tighter grip on my hands, God
Composure fit for a man, if I never see her again?
(If I never see her again?)
I will sleep all alone until she comes home
Or let go

I know, I know we all fear the hounds
But what's life worth when it's lived underground?
We can save some but we cannot save them all
Sacrifices must be made, there's no peace without exchange

Legs buckle under burdened backs
But what of free hearts and minds?
Staked, placed inside my hand, contrived

These snakes I see seething
Bring promise redeemed for your soul
Cheap clothes with loose seams and holes
Steady your breathing; remember your role
My whole world, I don't want to have to end you
Stay the course at hand, you
Promised we'd be to the end
I can't let you take this chance, oh

All I ever wanted was your honesty

Can I get a little tighter grip on my hands, God
Composure fit for a man, if I never see her again?
(If I never see her again?)
I will sleep all alone until she comes home
Or let go

Written by:

Jeremy Gilmore / Tony Sugent / Zack Ferrell / Charlie McCormick / Victor Yousof

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