Song From a Treehouse

I'm all alone in this treehouse
With a power that was bestowed upon me
The police will be coming soon
After me

That which happened I can see before me
When I close my eyes
The police will be coming soon
After me

A shifted piece of reality
I can't help but wonder
Was it meant to be?
Begging on my knees
No more, please

In a courtroom without faces
Why here of all places?
The police will be coming soon
After me

I think I no longer think
So am I really to blame?
The police will be coming soon
After me

A shifted piece of reality
I can't help but wonder
Was it meant to be?
Begging on my knees
No more, please

Do, I just do what I do
I no longer care who
Might end up with no bed
With no head
Do, I just do what I do
I no longer

A shifted piece of reality
I can't help but wonder
Was it meant to be?
Begging on my knees
No more, please



Credits
Writer(s): Emanuel Burwick
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