歌词
We were the accidents
Cracks in our spine
Wasted experience
Discarded objects
So exposed
It was your fathers that failed you
No fault of your own
It was written in time when they made you
So sick of your home
Filled with the doubt that unfolds you
Unkind to your core
No back in your bone
This mess you're living in
Fruitless inhabitant
What's really eating at your insides
Won't be expressed in this context
Safe to say
We were doomed in the first place
With every bottom that I climb out on my own
Makes me blind to the hands you offer
Can you stomach what it'd be like all alone?
I guess that's what you just can't live with
So exposed
It was your fathers that failed you
No fault of your home
It was written in time when they made you
So sick of your home
Filled with the doubt that unfolds you
Unkind to your core
No back in your bone
No back in your bone
(No backbone)
No back in your bone