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letra de burrowed - southern woods cult

run, run, run as fast as you can
you made it to stoney creek, not enough time to blend in
out of breath, never out of time
keep up the pace and soon, you’ll be fine

turn left down the next street
turn right where the tracks meet
footsteps in the background
arrived, yet to be found
foreclosed, never emptied
break in, get what you need
they know where you’re running
begin, whispers coming

that’s one of the last things you see
you can close your eyеs and sleep
as it all keeps flashing back
the cloudy day starts to tint black
you were almost thеre

morning sun peeks over the whispering trees
the world is a blur and the birds start to sing as they flee
labored breaths are the only thing that you hear
and you know what happens if you were to let them get near

look left, where the light ends
look right into darkness
they sense where you’re going
no time to start slowing
ahead lies the morning
the bridge and the yearning
the dead cast their hands out
the edge finds a home now
that’s one of the last things you see
you can close your eyes and sleep
as it all keeps flashing back
the cloudy day starts to tint black
you were almost there

you were almost there
in your dreams, there it sat
a symbol crawling on your back
mother dearest, beckons to you
from a silence you’ve grown used to
at the bridge, there you saw
the hook was written on the wall
you tried to reach it, close the circle
now the sunsets coming

in your dreams, there it sat
a symbol crawling on your back
(you ran fast, but she was faster)
mother dearest, beckons to you
from a silence you’ve grown used to
(feel her embrace as your legs lose power)
at the bridge, there you saw
the hook was written on the wall
(softly led to the ground to suffer)
you tried to reach it, close the circle
then you were stopped at the last hurdle
(soon you’ll be beside your mother)
no one makes it out the good fight
now slip gently into the soft night

that’s one of the last things you see
you can close your eyes and sleep
as it all keeps flashing back
the cloudy day starts to tint black
you were almost there
goodbye

goodbye
(you can’t sweat the small things anymore, julia)
goodbye
(a crashless death is dying all alone)
goodbye
(so i’m sorry, maybe one day you’ll be found)
goodbye

i don’t wanna die. i don’t wanna die here, not alone. i could’ve made it… i could’ve made it… hail xylkón… forgive me…

- southern woods cult

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