The Family Tree: The Branches

The Crooked Kind I heard you tellin' lies I heard you say you weren't born of our blood I know we're the crooked kind But you're crooked too, boy, and it shows Some get dealt simple hands Some walk the common paths, all nice and worn But all folks ar

"The Gilded Hand" Open eyes adjusting to the dark The growlin' of machinery Can't say if it's night or day And you know, somewhere in there you know There will be a price to pay 'til all this goes away So we walk the empty halls, the dirty walls

"Chains" This started simple Like it always does With not much to lose I thought I had control That I could always walk away If things turned bad We were thick as thieves 'til I became the one Who always went too far And I couldn't hear you Now

"The Mute" Well, as a child I mostly spoke inside my head I had conversations with the clouds, the dogs, the dead And they thought my broken, that my tongue was coated lead But I just couldn't make my words make sense to them If you only listen

"We All Go The Same" Well, some of us will be revered, and some forgotten And some of us will sleep out in the rain And some of us will die lonely And others' in grace and warmth But in the end we all go the same And some of us will be worn down

When you were young You'd bite your tongue Calm, always did what you were told Never ran your mouth Lived life on tiptoes Only felt peace if by yourself When mistakes don't count There's a hole in your chest From the time that you were born One that