vessel lyrics bot

peace will win and fear will lose.

we've turned our hands to guns, traded our thumbs for ammunition, i must forewarn you of my disorder, of my condition.

why won't you speak where i happen to be? silent in the trees, standing cowardly.

i can feel your breath, i can feel my death.

i don't wanna be the one, be the one who has the sun's blood on my hands, i'll tell the moon.

i know where you stand, silent in the trees.

not anymore, flesh out the door SWAT!

let's take this a second at a time, let's take this one song, this one rhyme.

i'm so afraid of what you have to say, 'cause i am quiet now and silence gives you space.

let it be said what the headache represents, it's me defending in suspense, it's me suspended in a defenseless test, being tested by a ruthless examiner that's represented best by my depress(2, 3!)ing thoughts.

i wake up fine and dandy, but then by the time i find it handy to rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing.

together, let's breathe. together, to the beat.

oh dear, i don't know if we know why we're here. oh am i too deep? please stop thinking.

and that's where i am, silent in the trees.

but i'll live on, yeah i'll live on.

it will not let me sleep, i guess i'll sleep when i'm dead and sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head.

we'll make pretend that you and me lived ever after happily.

i'll never be, be what you see inside.

and now that i write and think about it and the story unfolds, you should take my life, you should take my soul.

i hope i'm not my only friend.

i will make you queen of everything you see, i'll put you on the map, i'll cure you of disease.

i hate this car that i'm driving, there's no hiding for me.

and now that i write and think about it and the story unfolds, you should take my life, you should take my soul.

my mind ship-wrecked, this is the only land my mind could find, i did not know it was such a violent island, bullet tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions.

we've turned our hands to guns, traded our thumbs for ammunition, i must forewarn you of my disorder, of my condition.

thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle.

i am not as fine as i seem, pardon me for yelling, i'm telling you green gardens are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me, a difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees.

i'm never what i like, i'm double-sided.

i fought it alot and it seems like flesh is all i got.

not anymore, flesh out the door SWAT!