Thorn Farmer letra

First ring i ever drew still hurts the last thing i ever drew
Telling myself just one more year until the last shovel of dirt
Spending forever doting on each circle of graphite
Each fresh ring a hoop that marks my not passing on

Safe places are vaccuums, filling with sadness, without spark
Plucked out of a patch of sun, i tried to refill you

Wrapped in burlap
My first born dead

How many children do i have to bury before i am allowed to end
Why doesn't the ghost speak, instead stare accusing

Gridlink - Letras

• 3 Miles Below Sea Level
• Amber Gray
• Antitheist
• Asuka
• Black
• Burning Tiamat
• Crash Logs
• Dar Al-harb
• Deliverables
• Embers, Blood And Treasure
• Flatworlder
• Hearts
• I Accept Your Last Wish
• Orphan
• Pattern Recognition
• Red Eye
• Scopedog
• Severence Package
• Stake Knife
• The Jenova
• The Last Red Shoulder
• Thorn Farmer