Season 10 of WOE.BEGONE continues next week.
LYRICS:
Naïve soul
You fell for it
I was worrying that
You would take
Me seriously
I’ll have to invent
An alibi.
What did it find in you?
What did it find in you
That I couldn’t find in you?
What did it find in you?
C’mon, tell me.
What did it find in you?
What did it find in you?
Why was it trying to find you?
Did it confide in you?
C’mon, tell me.
Mythical beast
Found in the waterways
Clogging your arteries
You’re a machine to it
There was a time that
I thought that I could trust you
But now I see it ripple through your ribcage.
What did it find in you?
What did it find in you
That I couldn’t find in you?
What did it find in you?
C’mon, tell me.
What did it find in you?
What did it find in you?
Why was it trying to find you?
Did it confide in you?
C’mon, tell me.
Delicate thing
In this blistering heat
You’ll burn up.
Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird,
I created this sound and you were innocent,
Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird
Don’t hold me so delicately in your hands.
You showed up to be a conduit
I can tell you are aware of it
They’ve been praying to you
About praying to you
I’ll admit that I’ve grown fond of it
It’s not without it benefits
I have been praying to you
I have been praying for you
Don’t let it get to your head
if it hasn’t already yet
I don’t think that you can stand much more
Praise for things you’re just a vessel for.
Because stronger men than me
Have done the very thing
You’re doing now
And it was hard when we found out.
Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird,
I created this sound and you were innocent,
Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird
Don’t hold me so delicately in your hands.
Lost and found
And duty bound
What did you find
When you went digging?
(The outline of a memory
A song to sing, an elegy
A palm to hold against my chest
The whole world’s over, what is left?
The outline of a memory
A figment of some dignity
A finger tracing distant tracks
I felt the world end, what is left?
That’s what I found when I went digging.)
There’s a mouth of a cave
That you showed me
Where they surrounded and
Then renamed you
There’s a place in
The back of your throat
That resonates now
I remember
It didn’t used to.
Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird,
I created this sound and you were innocent,
Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird
Don’t hold me so delicately in your hands.
Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird.
(The outline of a memory
A song to sing, an elegy
A palm to hold against my chest
The whole world’s over, what is left?
That’s what I found when I went digging)
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