I've been running from my troubles
But its harder than it seems
I've been bathing in the rivers
To wash this sinner clean
I've got chaos in my blood
And all I do is bleed
Tried to save the dying woods
I did plant a thousand seeds
But the forrest is dead
try to wash my hands, the rivers going red
And I'm a child of the night
living days in the sun
Starving for a bite
Spent a living on a gun
I've been growing out a garden
From the hollows of my bones
My body rotting benethe the steady oak
But the birds will keep me clean
And the ocean turned red again
time to go to bed again
I'll drag my corpse back home
Oh, the trouble I have seen
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
I've been running from my troubles
But its harder than it seems
I've been bathing in the rivers
To wash this sinner clean
I've got chaos in my blood
And all I do is bleed
Tried to save the dying woods
I did plant a thousand seeds
But the forrest is dead
try to wash my hands, the rivers going red
And I'm a child of the night
living days in the sun
Starving for a bite
Spent a living on a gun
I've been growing out a garden
From the hollows of my bones
My body rotting benethe the steady oak
But the birds will keep me clean
And the ocean turned red again
time to go to bed again
I'll drag my corpse back home
Oh, the trouble I have seen
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