No Hands No Clothes

from Seeds (A-Sides) by Ryland Bouchard

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lyrics

this boy is the one who walks alone
he'll bring god down from his golden throne
says "your the one that I should love"
angels sweep down from up above
blaze their horns and raise their sails
he drills his head until he fails

then by his bed a pen just wrote
"I don't know what my heart knows"
his brother types behind a screen
lives a life he's never seen
his mother works behind her desk
feeds the young from her shrinking chest
his father was a lonely man
who set out to build a road
with no hands

ten more years down the road
five more failed attempts at death
he swears he's got nothing left
but the whiskey bottle behind his head
he thinks it must be nice to end
the lives of men he's never met
take their souls into his own
and fill his walls with their clothes

this man is the one that walks alone
he'll bring the devil into your home
says your the one that I should love
creatures creep down from up above
blaze their horns and raise their sails
he drills his head until he fails

once again his pen wrote
"I don't know what my heart knows"
his brother is still behind the screen
living his life he's never seen
his mother sleeps behind her bed
feeds her grand kids blocks of lead
his father was a lonely man
who set out to build a road
with no hands