I am not the Devil under the water
pulling you down by your own wood and nails
splitting, shriveling, seaping out of me
God I'm afraid of the songs you've been singing me
God I cannot hear your voice quite so clearly
and I am the one struggling now
we, are playing the saints
no, you're not afraid
this, could not be embraced
in the sand
I am just a sinner
pulling my splinters out
chipping away at the crackling flames
well I felt my shoulders begin to get lighter
when I realized that it all would get harder
but I don't believe in the surface
we, can't see through the trees
no, you're not asleep
and I, will not be the leaves
on your tree
and I am the tires on the back of the wagon
left for dead on the sides
and I am the wall
watching me fall through windows, the same song
making me something I am not
your brother got killed in the snow while you slept
but you never grew out of the secrets you kept
you keep all his life hid behind lies
carried for miles inside of your mind
now I'm writing down all of my sins I commit
and pulling the strings attached to my fate
but I'm done haunting houses and cursing at Gods
and filling up s***es with black and white fog
the sum of his life in the glass on the floor
well what you'd think all that shaking was for?
now I'm floating down streets chasing after my bones
well I guess I grew old but I never went home.
pulling you down by your own wood and nails
splitting, shriveling, seaping out of me
God I'm afraid of the songs you've been singing me
God I cannot hear your voice quite so clearly
and I am the one struggling now
we, are playing the saints
no, you're not afraid
this, could not be embraced
in the sand
I am just a sinner
pulling my splinters out
chipping away at the crackling flames
well I felt my shoulders begin to get lighter
when I realized that it all would get harder
but I don't believe in the surface
we, can't see through the trees
no, you're not asleep
and I, will not be the leaves
on your tree
and I am the tires on the back of the wagon
left for dead on the sides
and I am the wall
watching me fall through windows, the same song
making me something I am not
your brother got killed in the snow while you slept
but you never grew out of the secrets you kept
you keep all his life hid behind lies
carried for miles inside of your mind
now I'm writing down all of my sins I commit
and pulling the strings attached to my fate
but I'm done haunting houses and cursing at Gods
and filling up s***es with black and white fog
the sum of his life in the glass on the floor
well what you'd think all that shaking was for?
now I'm floating down streets chasing after my bones
well I guess I grew old but I never went home.