Radical Face - Holy Branches

When you were young
You'd bite your tongue
Calm always did what you were told
Never ran your mouth
Lived life on tiptoes
Only felt peace if by yourself
When mistakes don't count
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 nothin' they want
But everybody's bones are just
holy branches
Cast from trees to cut patterns
into the world
And in time we find some shelter
Spill our leaves and then sleep
in the Earth
And when we're there we'll belong
'cause the Earth don't give a
damn if you're lost
Now I live alone
Work in the belly of machines
Wring my soot black hands
And I don't sleep much
Days don't feel different
From the nights
With no goals in mind
There's a hole in my chest
From the time I walked away
One I fill with sweat
So now I know I'm nothin' they want
But everybody's bones are just
holy branches
Ride the breeze to cut patterns
in the leaves
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
But I'm not holding my breath
Trace your fingers down my spine
Make your home behind my eyes
Line my skull with harmless lies
I'll bide my time until
I'm something they want
When you were young
You'd bite your tongue
Calm always did what you were told
Never ran your mouth
Lived life on tiptoes
Only felt peace if by yourself
When mistakes don't count
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 nothin' they want
But everybody's bones are just
holy branches
Cast from trees to cut patterns
into the world
And in time we find some shelter
Spill our leaves and then sleep
in the Earth
And when we're there we'll belong
'cause the Earth don't give a
damn if you're lost
Now I live alone
Work in the belly of machines
Wring my soot black hands
And I don't sleep much
Days don't feel different
From the nights
With no goals in mind
There's a hole in my chest
From the time I walked away
One I fill with sweat
So now I know I'm nothin' they want
But everybody's bones are just
holy branches
Ride the breeze to cut patterns
in the leaves
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
But I'm not holding my breath
Trace your fingers down my spine
Make your home behind my eyes
Line my skull with harmless lies
I'll bide my time until
I'm something they want

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