We march into the forest as we search for the light But will we find it in the echo of the cold, black dead of night? As we reach to touch the fingers that emerge from the thorns Evaporating into fiction like the wings and the horns Down from the trees the lantern hangs. The flame begins to flicker I lost my nerve and my will and now I lose myself My lips are silent sutured shut like I was taught to do The floor is my home again. My bones are made of stone The floor is my home again. My bones are made of stone Surrounded by all my friends, but I got here alone Run from yourself, but you can't run from all the shit in your head You'll hear voices calling you back when it strikes 4 AM I made myself go crazy thinking I could save you But what I've come to learn is I can't even save myself As we reach to touch the fingers that emerge from the thorns Evaporating into fiction like the wings and the horns Now you've washed the pain away I'm honestly surprised you could spare all the thoughts and prayers you sent my way The blood is thicker than the water, but the blood of the covenant is thicker still Than the water that binds you to the womb Now you've washed the pain away I'm honestly surprised you could spare all the thoughts and prayers you sent my way Now you've washed the pain away I'm honestly surprised you could spare all the thoughts and prayers you sent my way