Trees of December - Outcast Of A Dying Mind

Drain, you're bleeding me
Anything you want from me
Drink, even the sea
Deprived of everything

If I wanted a mistake
I would go with you

I felt my feet swell
Then it came to me
I dealt for hours of my life
Your grand scheme
Hey mister warden
I want out of here
Hey mister omen
I once bled just to be clear

Home's what you see in the day
Trickle on then you'll see my dark

We are the same
Introvert
Why worship the god you like?
Trouble on the mental range
Outcast of a dying mind

Written by:
Christopher Hernandez

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