Radical Face-Holy Branches
- When you were young
- You'd bite your tongue
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- Calm always did what you were told
- Never ran your mouth
- Lived life on tiptoes
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- Only felt peace if by yourself
- When mistakes don't count
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- There's a hole in your chest
- From the time that you were born
- One that don't get filled
- Cause you've always known you're nothing they want
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- But everybody's bones are just holy branches
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- Cast from trees to cut patterns into the world
- And in time we find some shelter
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- Spill our leaves and then sleep in the Earth
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- And when we're there we'll belong
- Cause the Earth don't give a damn if you're lost
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- Now I live alone
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- Work in the belly of machines
- Wring my soot black hands
- And I don't sleep much
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- Days don't feel much different
- From the nights
- With no goals in mind
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- There's a hole in my chest
- From the time I walked away
- One I fill with sweat
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- So now I know I'm nothing they want
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- But everybody's bones are just holy branches
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- Ride the breeze to cut patterns in the leaves
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- And in time we find some shelter
- Spill our seeds and then wait for our turns
- But for now we're adraift on the waves of disconent
- Trying to carve our place
- All in hopes we'll be something they want
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- But I'm not holding my breath
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- Trace your fingers down my spine
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- Make your home behind my eyes
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- Line my skull with harmless lies
- I'll bide my time until I'm something they want
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