Brother, is this what you thought you'd find?
Is this what you meant by the key to life?
Look at you now, you've got your own throne
Your door's made of iron, your bed's made of stone
You kept your treasure hidden in your own home
A box full of needles, but nothing to sew
You once qualified for America's best
And you fucked it up and, well, you know the rest
The weight on your shoulders is all you passed up
All that your pride told you wasn't enough
How do you manage, what keeps you going?
Do you think it will last long? What with you knowing
That the formaldehyde in your veins
Is what keeps you living to waste another day
Since you lost track of where you're going
Despite all the hearts that kept on showing you where you should be
Well honestly, I still haven't judged you by your cover
Though it may seem a little rougher than all the rest
I understand what you meant
And by the way, I hope you know you're not a slave
To that sweet, sweet syrup you thought you craved
I'm still holding out for you, there's not a doubt
That you'll find your path again
Whenever you're ready to start, remember
There's formaldehyde in my own heart keeping you there
When you come to
When you wake up form the trance
That you fell in when momma wasn't looking
And oh, remember the boy that you were?
He ruled you first
You owe nothing at all to that mistake that helped you forget your fall
The smoke that rose from your actions has cleared
You still belong here
No matter how long the fire, the love for a brother never expires
So I'll take you to the river and wash your burns
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