Indebtor

There's not enough ash
For the people I've been that came and past
And their anxious thoughts
Never fit quite on the plot in the walls

How they wished that they were saved
How they wished that they were sober
How they wished that they had anything to say before it's over
And the ever-present voice
In their ears and over shoulders
Left them wondering if they'll be the right one

One to be whole
The search for character is everlasting
And I do not know
Who I will be when this is over

In the image of our fathers
Were Amaranthus sons and tulip daughters
Bound and left to dry
Pressed firmly to the page
But no a copy of a copy's not the same thing
Same thing you are

I'm no indebtor

How I wish that I was saved
How I wish that I was sober
How I wish that I had anything to say before its over
And your ever-present voice
In my ear and over shoulder
Left me wondering if I'll be the right one

Bastard son
Oh black sheep in wool of white
What have you done
Pulling all your teeth
Casting every stone
Putting cracks in the facade of our paper home

Well, I've got petal skin
In the image of my father
Ever torn and taped
Too many times to bother
Bound and left to dry
Pressed firm into the page
But a copy of a copy's not the same

I'm no indebtor
I will not be you

Make your sprint from the bathroom
Wrestle knives if you need
Brother quick, pull the car up
And let us hold you

Every time that you tried it
Inner child, sold for cheap
If you want, you can keep him

In the image of our fathers
We're all unholy sons and crooked daughters
Hiding knives behind your back
Locking guns inside their safe
Father, father, look at what a mess you've made

Embrace the covenant
Reject the womb
With blood, thick as water
Be who you want to



Credits
Writer(s): Johan Guerra
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