crawl from out the bed in the house and chase you
you can try to hide but they'll find and face you
you can try to fight but they'll finally maim you
by the end of the night they will try and hang you
tied to the heights where you lie and dangle
do you believe in the angels
i believe i'm trying to light all my candles
while the paranoia grows like branches and mangroves
i'm squeezing water from stones and eating bare bones
and all the saying in the books well i bury those
but i'm still trying to carry all my buried foes
back home and make em' friends so the arrow goes
on and on like a broken song
and start to feeling like the bullshit you're smoking on
see the signs been told as i walk this road
made a rose out of gold but the bones was coal
when i dug them out of dirt trying to build my home
haunted by these crows but i must move forward
and see the signs been told as i walk this road
made a rose out of gold but the bones was coal
when i dug them out of dirt trying to build my home
haunted by these crows but i must move forward
see the signs been told as i walk this road
made a rose out of gold but the bones was coal
when i dug them out of dirt trying to build my home
haunted by these crows but i must move forward