Tenere Acacia

You shout death at a funeral, fire when burning
So far from yourself you lose all discerning
It’s comforting to know I’m not alone in the end
Hell’s captives have earned their scorched skin
Can’t see the forest for the trees, you let the birds sing
You’re fucking up the perfect calm to keep your throat clean
Can’t see the forest for the trees, you let the birds sing
You lost your voice amongst the rain, but you keep screaming
But you live for this, trying anything to feel dissonant
Brushed under the table, I wish I was able to let this go again
You’re fighting filth with disgust and it’s boiling up
Casting harm with these hands of compassion
It’s not supposed to be easy, you were born of love
Now you squander these gifts with every last stone
Tear the blue from my eyes, rip the words from my throat
Tear the blue from my eyes, rip the words from my throat
Lose yourself amongst those words
After all it’s not your hearse
Lose yourself amongst those words
I have blinded myself, things can be different than what I see
Always lost on another road
Have I cheated myself refusing to drink from a foreign stream?
I’m afraid, yet expect to grow
But how can we grow if we don’t know ourselves?
Can’t see the forest for the trees, you let the birds sing
(We don’t know ourselves, we don’t know ourselves)
You’re fucking up the perfect calm to keep your throat clean
Can’t see the forest for the trees, you let the birds sing
(You don’t know yourself)
You lost your voice amongst the rain, but you keep screaming
But you live for this, trying anything to feel dissonant
Brushed under the table I wish I was able to let this go again
But you live for this, trying anything to feel dissonant
Brushed under the table I wish I was able to let this go again