Like Moths to Flames - Over the Garden Wall

Through the cracks in the wall
I watched the black mold grow
Nothing would stop the spread
The ground starts to tremble below
Drenched in thoughts so unnerving
Tighten the grip around my neck, pain evolves
I finally forget

Doused in bleach
Suicide of the mind just to feel relief
Everlasting, the stress refuses to leave
Only consuming
Doused in gasoline
Will I burn for the things I've seen?
Neglect the need to be heard
Silence speaks

Boarded up the windows to block out the lights
I tried to hide from the world I built until it died

Overgrown, like a vine
Rooted into the hands of the clock
Killing time

Am I just unwell these days?
I'm not myself
And it feels like I'll never change
Too late for me
Nothing's healing the hurt
Only worsens the pain

I led myself to be slaughtered here
Killed by my own knife
Suicide of the mind

I led myself to be slaughtered here
Killed by apathy
Could never see things clear
Is there a meaning to this?

Am I just unwell these days?
I'm not myself
And it feels like I'll never change
Too late for me
Nothing's healing the hurt

Am I just unwell these days?
I'm not myself
And it feels like I'll never change
Too late for me
Nothing's healing the hurt
Only worsens the pain

Overgrown, like a vine
Rooted into the hands of the clock
Killing time

Written by:
Cody Cavanaugh, Zachary Evan Pishney, Chris Roetter, Roman Garcia

Publisher:
Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group

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