We The Heathens - Fallohides

Sticks and stones of forests deep Our home away from home Runaway rivers, never-ending streams Bonfires and darkened tomes Hear our song, our haunting cries Dead leaves and scattered ash Forever under blackened skies Our home, our first and last Don't stand still, your gaze will turn a stone Nomadic panoramic view will show you where to go Don't stand still, your gaze will turn a stone Restless feet, incredulously create a brand new home Strip us of our feeble lives Domesticated slaves Dormant thoughts, unfathomed dreams All caged eternally Hear our song, our haunting cries Dead leaves and scattered ash Bending 'til we break the night Our home we'll find at last I embody all the flies Inherit all the sky Relinquish all the ties to the roots of my Filthy tattered feet My weakened bloody knees My deathly shadowed dreams that stay hidden in the trees Condemn my sullen life Dismember all the strife Escape this troubled mind that stays locked inside Scrambling for the keys Clutching any pleas Pick up these two feet and run for the trees