My Woods

My Woods

No Trigger
(album: Canyoneer)

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