The Crooked Kind
Radical Face
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The Crooked Kind - Radical Face br>
I heard you tellin' lies br>
I heard you say you weren't born of our blood br>
I know we're the crooked kind br>
But you're crooked too boy and it shows br>
Some get dealt simple hands br>
Some walk the common paths all nice and worn br>
But all folks are damaged goods br>
It ain't a talk of "if " br>
Just one of "when" and "how" br>
So collect your scars and wear 'em well br>
Your blood's a good an ink as any br>
Go scratch your name into the clouds br>
And pull 'em all down br>
The thunder plays it's drum br>
The air is heavy with the smell of storms br>
And I sit beside my brother br>
And I feel him shake br>
As he laughs himself right back to sleep br>
And I'm laughin' with him br>
But I smell their blood br>
My finger's trace their faces in the wood br>
I hear their voices somewhere in my bones br>
I feel them sing along when I'm alone br>
When I'm not too frightened br>
That is when I know br>
That I'm here with everyone br>
They're never truly gone br>
I know it's everyone br>
And I hear their songs br>
Oh I'm lost with everyone br>
Shadows dance around the room br>
I know their names br>
I carry their blood too br>
They sing forgotten songs br>
But I know the words br>
They've been with me since I was born br>
As I grew I danced with them too br>