Fall

Move to the rhythm of minds that wander
Through the thorn bush maze in the backyard
Turn left and right
Crawl low and cautiously
And don't stop 'til the scrapes and cuts
Mirror the ones in which you breath through
You'll want to stall and tend the sores
Feed the mouths and mend morale
You'll want to stall and tend the sores
Feed the mouths and mend morale
That's all fine and good
But don't grow habits where
Trees of thought drop their leaves
That's all fine and good
But don't grow habits where
Trees of thought drop their leaves
You'll want to stall and tend the sores
Feed the mouths and mend morale
You'll want to stall and tend the sores
Feed the mouths and mend morale
That's all fine and good
But don't grow habits where
Trees of thought drop their leaves
That's all fine and good
But don't grow habits where
Trees of thought drop their leaves
Their roots and branches thirst on their blood
Their roots and branches thirst on their blood
Their roots and branches thirst on their blood
Their roots and branches thirst on their blood
You'll want to stall and tend the sores
Feed the mouths and mend morale
You'll want to stall and tend the sores
Feed the mouths and mend morale
Their roots and branches thirst on their blood
Their roots and branches thirst on their blood
Their roots and branches thirst on their blood
Their roots and branches thirst on their blood