No Trigger - My Woods
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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 is now a filthy parking lot
What isn't asphault is barely connected by deserted grown-in stonewalls
And therein lies a home, he stumbles these streets alone
Walking through the backyards, circling the brainstem, 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
Let's hope at thirty-five my friend inside is still up there and still alive
I'll pack my bags and run away
Outrun the axe another day