Wrong Victory

Rose-colored glasses, they couldn't shield anything
Golden flames that burned, but couldn't heal me from within
Disperse the heat, let the cults repent, oh
Burstin' languid light, past my head and by his bed

When your skin doesn't feel like home, oh
And I don't wanna break down and feel alone, oh oh oh
This body only knows, oh
How to hold back more than it shows, oh oh oh
Superstition that drowned itself in the way
Of a freed premonition that could've helped me escape
It's the wrong kind of victory, always has a breakthrough
So when nothing fits like it used to

Hairs on my head stand on end
The spine of this truth, repel and suspend
Act like birds, but should help me transcend
Hairs on my head stand on end
The spine of this truth, like cracks in the wind
Act like birds, but should help me transcend