My Woods
๐ต 1058 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:07 duration
๐ ID: 2890532
๐ Lyrics
There's a kid within my head with a hatchet to my nerves
Rebellion fills the songs he sings and, this much I deserve
With every hack at synaptic gaps, there's another to the hairline
His freckled skin hides an angry side
And even though he wants me dead I'd kill myself to keep him alive
Flat out motionless a statue growing mold
Around me rotates a world with no control
The forest of my childhood now's a filthy parking lot
What isn't asphalt is barely connected by deserted grown in stonewalls
And therein lies a home
He stumbles the streets alone
Walking through the backyards circling the brain stem left unto his own
Motionless a statue growing mold
Around me rotates a world with no control
I know, I'll never make it by myself
But he believes, he believes in one more swing
Twenty-three atop the peak of nothing guaranteed
Lets hope at thirty-five my friend inside is still up there and still alive
I'll pack my bags and run away
I'll run away, I'll run away
Out run the axe another day
I'll pack my bags and run away
I'll run away, I'll run away
Rebellion fills the songs he sings and, this much I deserve
With every hack at synaptic gaps, there's another to the hairline
His freckled skin hides an angry side
And even though he wants me dead I'd kill myself to keep him alive
Flat out motionless a statue growing mold
Around me rotates a world with no control
The forest of my childhood now's a filthy parking lot
What isn't asphalt is barely connected by deserted grown in stonewalls
And therein lies a home
He stumbles the streets alone
Walking through the backyards circling the brain stem left unto his own
Motionless a statue growing mold
Around me rotates a world with no control
I know, I'll never make it by myself
But he believes, he believes in one more swing
Twenty-three atop the peak of nothing guaranteed
Lets hope at thirty-five my friend inside is still up there and still alive
I'll pack my bags and run away
I'll run away, I'll run away
Out run the axe another day
I'll pack my bags and run away
I'll run away, I'll run away
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.08] There's a kid within my head with a hatchet to my nerves
[00:05.25] Rebellion fills the songs he sings and, this much I deserve
[00:14.33] With every hack at synaptic gaps, there's another to the hairline
[00:18.83] His freckled skin hides an angry side
[00:21.48] And even though he wants me dead I'd kill myself to keep him alive
[00:28.45] Flat out motionless a statue growing mold
[00:33.75] Around me rotates a world with no control
[00:41.57] The forest of my childhood now's a filthy parking lot
[00:45.42] What isn't asphalt is barely connected by deserted grown in stonewalls
[00:51.21] And therein lies a home
[00:53.51] He stumbles the streets alone
[00:55.84] Walking through the backyards circling the brain stem left unto his own
[01:00.66] Motionless a statue growing mold
[01:04.72] Around me rotates a world with no control
[01:10.52] I know, I'll never make it by myself
[01:17.03] But he believes, he believes in one more swing
[01:37.41] Twenty-three atop the peak of nothing guaranteed
[01:41.67] Lets hope at thirty-five my friend inside is still up there and still alive
[01:48.92] I'll pack my bags and run away
[01:51.23] I'll run away, I'll run away
[01:53.63] Out run the axe another day
[01:57.58] I'll pack my bags and run away
[02:00.15] I'll run away, I'll run away
[02:05.69]
[00:05.25] Rebellion fills the songs he sings and, this much I deserve
[00:14.33] With every hack at synaptic gaps, there's another to the hairline
[00:18.83] His freckled skin hides an angry side
[00:21.48] And even though he wants me dead I'd kill myself to keep him alive
[00:28.45] Flat out motionless a statue growing mold
[00:33.75] Around me rotates a world with no control
[00:41.57] The forest of my childhood now's a filthy parking lot
[00:45.42] What isn't asphalt is barely connected by deserted grown in stonewalls
[00:51.21] And therein lies a home
[00:53.51] He stumbles the streets alone
[00:55.84] Walking through the backyards circling the brain stem left unto his own
[01:00.66] Motionless a statue growing mold
[01:04.72] Around me rotates a world with no control
[01:10.52] I know, I'll never make it by myself
[01:17.03] But he believes, he believes in one more swing
[01:37.41] Twenty-three atop the peak of nothing guaranteed
[01:41.67] Lets hope at thirty-five my friend inside is still up there and still alive
[01:48.92] I'll pack my bags and run away
[01:51.23] I'll run away, I'll run away
[01:53.63] Out run the axe another day
[01:57.58] I'll pack my bags and run away
[02:00.15] I'll run away, I'll run away
[02:05.69]