Paroles de Chosen Omen
Cut treeHe he
Don't believe in me
Ha ha
You wanna be broken on the gravel
Dropped on the anvil
Fallen out the plane of love
With no one above
And no one to dress you as a heathen
Wash you in all that blood
Your blood
With no one above
And no one to judge you for receding
Soft into defeat
Or mangled in undressed mess
That press
You know for damn sure it's gonna be stress
Your winter is broken
Spring and the Fall isn't open
Going high
Summеr is stolen
Lost in the mess of your chosеn omen
Yeah
Keeping my house allowed isn't only for me
Realize your winter is broken
Spring and the fall isn't open
Going high
Summer is stolen
Lost in the heat of your swollen and faded
Belabored and jaded
Your pride (will never live it down)
The chosen omen
High
With no one above
And no one to dress you as a heathen
Wash you in all that blood
Your blood
With no one above
And no one to judge you for receding
Soft into defeat
Or mangled in undressed mess
That press
You know for damn sure it's gonna be stress
Your winter is broken
Spring and the Fall isn't open
Going high
Summеr is stolen
Lost in the mess of your chosеn omen
Yeah
Keeping my house allowed isn't only for me
Realize your winter is broken
Spring and the fall isn't open
Going high
Summer is stolen
Lost in the heat of your swollen and faded
Belabored and jaded
Your pride (will never live it down)
The chosen omen
High
