The Crooked Kind
I heard you tellin' liesI heard you say you weren't born of our bloodI know we're the crooked kindBut you're crooked too, boy, and it shows
Some get dealt simple handsSome walk the common paths, all nice and wornBut all folks are damaged goodsIt ain't a talk of "if," just one of "when" and "how"
So, collect your scars and wear 'em wellYour blood's as good an ink as anyGo scratch your name into the cloudsAnd pull 'em all down
The thunder plays it's drumThe air is heavy with the smell of stormsAnd I sit beside my brother and I feel him shakeAs he laughs himself right back to sleepAnd I'm laughin' with him
But I smell their bloodMy finger's trace their faces in the woodI hear their voices somewhere in my bonesI feel them sing along when I'm aloneWhen I'm not too frightened that is when I know
That I'm here with everyoneThey're never truly goneI know it's everyoneAnd I hear their songsOh, I'm lost with everyone
Shadows dance around the roomI know their namesI carry their blood tooThey sing forgotten songsBut I know the wordsThey've been with me since I was bornAs I grew I danced with them too