Pedestals for the Broken

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... and Stories of Beautiful Lives (Remastered Version)

04:38
Eric Vain
2018
Eric Vain

Lyrics

You touch at my flesh but I no longer feel familiar 

There is a hole.  See where I bury my behavior

It’s a lonely ghost that haunts a peculiar state I fall

Though don’t know how the hell that I am there 

 

You are what I could fear 

 

A train of death 

No derail - tracks are built like a god

Glory perspired and is stripped with all my red, red, red blood

There is a hole where signs point toward surrender 

Though I don’t know how the hell I could ever end it here

 

Suppose you’re I what fear 

 

Run under hills into my hole

This is the place that I call home