Dozen ft. David White Lyrics

Living out somebody else's story

Pray don't look too close and see you don't belong

Angry at the bottom of the stairs

No fit for a throne

Caught and cornered, pitiful imposter

What out there has got you so afraid

Shrunken, weak, can't keep your hands from shaking

The depth, no room for breath

Tell me, how do you yell so loud

With your head buried in the sand

Discontent and hungry at the table

Suffer through the meal your will has made

Choke it down with ripened fruit and honey

Safe to say there's still some evil inside of it

New beginnings never really new at all

Dirty hands can't write a cleaner story

The depth, no room for breath

As you are choking on your spit and ichor

Screaming for your father

Your voice, become so loud

That now it echoes up and down the hall

And billows all the curtains

The crown pressed to your head

Has got your mind full of distorted visions

And sure you have the answer

You make so much noise

As you anoint yourself with holy oil

Begin to stack the branches

You make so much noise

Oh, how it bubbles to the top of you

Comes sweating to the surface

The mud under your skin

Now it has hardened into solid stone

Your firewood and oil can't save us