Lyrics
but for now we re adrift on the waves of discontent
spill our seeds and then wait for our turns
And when we re there we ll belong, there s a hole in my chest
Days don t feel different, with no goals in mind
Work in the belly of machines, from the time that you were born Branches, when you were young
all in hopes we ll be something they want
Cause the earth don t give a damn if you re lost, spill our seeds and then wait for our turns, one that don t get filled
Work in the belly of machines, and in time we find some shelter Face, all in hopes we ll be something they want
Spill our leaves and then sleep in the earth, when mistakes don t count
From the time that you were born, cause you ve always known you re nothing they want Holy, make your home behind my eyes
Trying to carve our place, from the nights
cause you ve always known you re nothing they want
When mistakes don t count, trying to carve our place
But i ain t holding my breath, and in time we find some shelter Face, but i ain t holding my breath
line my skull with harmless lies
Wring my soot-black hands, always did what you were told
But everybody s bones are just holy branches, from the nights, trace your fingers down my spine
Always did what you were told, make your home behind my eyes, never ran your mouth
But i ain t holding my breath, cause you ve always known you re nothing they want Branches, from the time i walked away
You d bite your tongue, there s a hole in my chest Holy, all in hopes we ll be something they want
Now i live alone, make your home behind my eyes
Never ran your mouth, but everybody s bones are just holy branches
always did what you were told
Cause you ve always known you re nothing they want, now i live alone
one that don t get filled
Spill our leaves and then sleep in the earth, when you were young
Only felt peace if by yourself, from the time i walked away
Spill our seeds and then wait for our turns, but everybody s bones are just holy branches
Spill our leaves and then sleep in the earth, now i live alone
And i don t sleep much, wring my soot-black hands
Ride the breeze to cut patterns in the leaves, and in time we find some shelter
One i fill with sweat, from the time that you were born, and in time we find some shelter
But everybody s bones are just holy branches, cast from trees to cut patterns in the world, i ll bide my time until i m something they want
And in time we find some shelter, so now i know i m nothing they want
One i fill with sweat, one that don t get filled
But i ain t holding my breath, but i ain t holding my breath