Dried Root
I am a man, but my skin is dried root
Hills I traverse have been drawn 'round that sheet
The first time that I wandered away from that chute
I dove in the mud and I crawled incomplete
The seed from which I grew has turned to a stranger
The soil I walk on is filled with despair
I moved to a field, empty but for a manger
And there, I am growing bitter and unfair
The isolation was a blessing for torture
But urbanization has crowded my ditch
Houses have spread like the spring in an orchard
The voices you've buried, they scrеam and they twitch
Trying to muffle my mind, wrapped in Bonfim
Thеy must really not know who I am
This is the dawn of the rule of the wrong king
So, I won't be silly, unless it is planned
These are my farms and my fields, you're not welcome
I'll hack at your shins and turn you to a stump
These words are not for your embrace, I won't sell them
If you don't grow leaves, then you'll go to the dump
Running streams
Drag me, cold
Stunning screens
Trap my soul
Scorching ice
Watching, hold
Fool me twice
And I fold
And I cry
And I give up
And I try
And I live it up
Decades lost
Liars weep
Records crossed
Now I sleep
Fireworks signal the great winter harvest
The only tradition is stationary song
I offer my spirit, you butchers, you carvers
For a minute, a decade, and double as long
Gather 'round, everyone, watch and sit down
The best seats will be gone before I arrive
The town's token loss, disembowelled, pound for pound
Shedding old concepts of being alive
The families I've left and the women I've let down
The friends I've attacked, you will all get a turn
The sticks to your left and the fire on dry ground
Torch up my skin, I can shine as it burns
Hear me, fear me, I am thunder
I'll frighten the birds, I'll interrupt your sweep
For my voice is a hex and my life is a blunder
Spent either on dry land or far in the deep
These are my farms and my fields, you're not welcome
I'll hack at your shins and turn you to a stump
These words are not for your embrace, I won't sell them
If you don't grow leaves, then you'll go to the dump
I am the river my soul never left
It lusts for the anger I've killed just to cope
But you are the hatred, the joke, and the theft
You've taken my trust, but I hold onto hope
Running streams
Drag me, cold
Stunning screens
Trap my soul
Scorching ice
Watching, hold
Fool me twice
And I fold
And I cry
And I give up
And I try
And I live it up
Decades lost
Liars weep
Records crossed
Now I sleep
Hills I traverse have been drawn 'round that sheet
The first time that I wandered away from that chute
I dove in the mud and I crawled incomplete
The seed from which I grew has turned to a stranger
The soil I walk on is filled with despair
I moved to a field, empty but for a manger
And there, I am growing bitter and unfair
The isolation was a blessing for torture
But urbanization has crowded my ditch
Houses have spread like the spring in an orchard
The voices you've buried, they scrеam and they twitch
Trying to muffle my mind, wrapped in Bonfim
Thеy must really not know who I am
This is the dawn of the rule of the wrong king
So, I won't be silly, unless it is planned
These are my farms and my fields, you're not welcome
I'll hack at your shins and turn you to a stump
These words are not for your embrace, I won't sell them
If you don't grow leaves, then you'll go to the dump
Running streams
Drag me, cold
Stunning screens
Trap my soul
Scorching ice
Watching, hold
Fool me twice
And I fold
And I cry
And I give up
And I try
And I live it up
Decades lost
Liars weep
Records crossed
Now I sleep
Fireworks signal the great winter harvest
The only tradition is stationary song
I offer my spirit, you butchers, you carvers
For a minute, a decade, and double as long
Gather 'round, everyone, watch and sit down
The best seats will be gone before I arrive
The town's token loss, disembowelled, pound for pound
Shedding old concepts of being alive
The families I've left and the women I've let down
The friends I've attacked, you will all get a turn
The sticks to your left and the fire on dry ground
Torch up my skin, I can shine as it burns
Hear me, fear me, I am thunder
I'll frighten the birds, I'll interrupt your sweep
For my voice is a hex and my life is a blunder
Spent either on dry land or far in the deep
These are my farms and my fields, you're not welcome
I'll hack at your shins and turn you to a stump
These words are not for your embrace, I won't sell them
If you don't grow leaves, then you'll go to the dump
I am the river my soul never left
It lusts for the anger I've killed just to cope
But you are the hatred, the joke, and the theft
You've taken my trust, but I hold onto hope
Running streams
Drag me, cold
Stunning screens
Trap my soul
Scorching ice
Watching, hold
Fool me twice
And I fold
And I cry
And I give up
And I try
And I live it up
Decades lost
Liars weep
Records crossed
Now I sleep
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Writer(s): Mateus De Sá
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