Hidden

You can haunt me, start me, taunt me

Through the space in my dreams

But you won’t catch me, break me, harm me

For you, I no longer bleed

And they’re pissing in black oceans laced with pieces of your ruins

A crown of disgrace marking your fate, air thick with shame’s perfume

And I’m here, and I’m hidden, still hidden by the tree

Oh, how we love a hero’s rescue

The grant of mercy

How you played on my fear for silence

With money grown on trees

And they’re pissing in black oceans laced with pieces of your ruins

A crown of disgrace marking your fate, air thick with shame’s perfume

And I’m here and I’m hidden, still hidden by the tree

Take me where you can’t see shadows encroaching

Where your light won’t shine true to soul

In that sacred place where you wrought me

Stealing from me all the good and whole

Poison me with your whisper:

“Don’t you tell, don’t you tell or else…”

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Lowvee's LyricsLowvee ColeFebruary 4, 2020batch1