Without much direction I rode the wind
If I could spoon-feed you time I think you'd have to give in
I'd let you rattle my achings energies are ablaze
Would you wash away your pain if histories were replaced?
Wish my parents shared with me their own bags of bones
I know they're stashed away tight beside their old unknowns
To commiserate freely with half of yourself
I couldn't understand a damn thing your half of myself
And I've rattled off again
Speaking in my tongues again
If struggle is what we're made of
Well, I'll be damned if this is the end
And I've rattled off again
Speaking in my tongues again
If struggle is what I'm made of
Well, I'll be damned if this is the end
Been dreaming of flies marching down my throat
Swallowing my insides, but what do they know?
I let them rattle my aching energies are ablaze
Would you wash away your pain if histories were replaced?
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