The Black Briar
de Saving Vice
We march into the forest as we search for the light
But will we find it in the echo of the cold, black dead of night?
As we reach to touch the fingers that emerge from the thorns
Evaporating into fiction like the wings and the horns
Down from the trees the lantern hangs, the flame begins to flicker
I lost my nerve and my will and now I lose myself
My lips are silent, sutured shut like I was taught to do
The floor is my home again, my bones are made of stone
The floor is my home again, my bones are made of stone
Surrounded by all my friends, but I got here alone
Run from yourself, but you can't run from all the shit in your head
You'll hear voices calling you back when it strikes 4 a. M
I made myself go crazy thinking I could save you
But what I've come to learn is I can't even save myself
As we reach to touch the fingers that emerge from the thorns
Evaporating into fiction like the wings and the horns
Now you've washed the pain away
I'm honestly surprised you could spare
All the thoughts and prayers you sent my way
The blood is thicker than the water
But the blood of the covenant is thicker still
Than the water that binds you to the womb
Binds you to the womb
Now you've washed the pain away
I'm honestly surprised you could spare
All the thoughts and prayers you sent my way, way
Now you've washed the pain away
I'm honestly surprised you could spare
All the thoughts and prayers you sent my way, way
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