Trycky Traps

I'm just scared
Because I didn't want this at all
But hide somewhere
Was all I had
And didn't spare
From stick and stone
Buzzing head
Tripwires as I go
Skin got tanned but
For whatever reason
I can't seem to recall
When my sun got there
Crying high blessed by
A white light from the ceiling
Born a thousand sores
Had to "man up", had to
Get rid
Of the feelings now
I'm selling by the dose
So, on your way back
Idly drive back
Cozy gliding on your fall
Turn my volume down
Don't really need to know
The story of one of many fools
That weren't about the gold

I don't care
It isn't for the money
Crying out loud
But it isn't for the gold
I just stand
And wish to see my honey
My homestead
Where I heal my leper soul

Crowns, when they fall
They would go
And roll for a long way
Thrones, they do stay
And tie you down
To your own
Stone heart's weight

I don't care
It isn't for the money
Crying out loud
But it isn't for the gold
I just stand
And wish to see my honey
My homestead
Where I heal my leper soul
I don't care
It isn't for the money
Crying out loud
But it isn't for the gold
I just stand
And wish to see my honey
My homestead
Where I heal my leper soul
My homestead
Where I heal my leper soul
My homestead
Where I heal my leper soul



Credits
Writer(s): Vezio Emiliani
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link