Chevelle

Crowds and torches fill the air
Surprise you're chosen, now finish it
Yell it louder really sink that point in
That sat for so long
For so long
Behind these civilized eyes
Behind these civilized eyes
Me, I'd let the panic ride and pin it on the wall
Identifying pride is the saddest of the chores
Those burning eyes indeed define a churning of the soul
Feels better to be lost, but haven't felt the choice
For so long
For so long
Behind these civilized eyes
Behind these civilized eyes