Marshsong Lyrics

Sucked down in a swamp

With no way back

Like I'm in some place in white around me

Fake smile, honey and hugs

That I need like a trace in the mud

Soaked in my own blood

I guess you're proud

The speechless shadow in a park

Your hands twist my timbers

Like I was your clay

Sucked down in a swamp

With taste of dirt on my tongue

Infecting the insides

The old story repeats itself

Nowhere to see a new coil and

And go for it

I guess you're proud

The speechless shadow in a park

Your hands twist my timbers

Like I was your clay

Oh, it stops right here

So farewall, my dear

There is plenty to go 'round

To go 'round

Say it again and you'll get what you wish for

What you wish for

And so the old story repeats itself

Over and over again

Oh, it stops right here

So farewall, my dear

There is plenty to go 'round

To go 'round

Say it again and you'll get what you wish for

What you wish for