Rivers dripping from my fingers
From the blood red soil in my soul
We’re all self-proclaimed free thinkers
With hearts full of unfilled holes
Peeling back the sunken layers
Skin and muscle, breath and bone
Spirit moves in all directions
Anchored only by a solid soul
The dawn is born to tearful eyes
That pour out with our useless pride
Let flow all of your dirty pain
Fall again and rise like rain
Move those mountains deep inside you
Clear the path for all that’s good
Charm the snakes that try to find you
Yoke the demons like you should
The dawn is born to tearful eyes
That pour out with our useless pride
Let flow all of your dirty pain
Fall again and rise like rain
Climb off your troubled throne
Spend some broken time alone
With all the guilt and shame you own
Then wash it off and let it go
The rain brings back the rivers dry
And resurrects what stays alive
The clarity brings back the shine
We thought we lost with passing time
The dawn is born to tearful eyes
That pour out with our useless pride
Let flow all of your dirty pain
Fall again and rise like rain
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