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