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Weatherman is always wrong
He tells me sunny skies with this rain cowl on
Weatherman is up to no good
He tells me no chance of rain
As if I haven't got a brain

I don't trust the people of this town
They walk around smiling
But I know inside they got a fraud
I don't trust the people in this house
Sometimes things go missing when I put them down

Little things speak out to me if I listen try to close my eyes
But somehow they get my attention
Blood of lamb on the door
Signs of a coming place that I chose to ignore

It's like this floors can feel me
Something breathes down my neck
My hairs ends up and I feel itchy
I look into my hands but they're empty
I gave my self away to a man who I thought loved me
I look into my chest but its hollowed
It's been scooped out by a crow who needed a heart to borrow

Little things speak out to me if I listen try to close my eyes
But somehow they get my attention
Blood of lamb on the door
Signs of a coming place that I chose to ignore

Little things speak out to me if I listen try to close my eyes
But somehow they get my attention
Blood of lamb on the door
Signs of a coming place that I chose to ignore
To ignore

Little things speak out to me if I listen try to close my eyes
But somehow they get my attention