Raw Lyrics

The clouds turned into spiny chestnut shells

And when they’d rain down my skin would swell.

And the morning song birds were replaced with crow

And the spiny shelled rain would stick to me like Velcro.



The beat up tin I’d like to call my car

Would deliver me and all to only a lonely bar…

And I would ponder this disease like a peeling onion skin striptease

And I would live to let it win.

When I was raw.

(When I was wrong.)



Being way too tall for any self regulation,

I’d invite the devil in and his entire nation…

What in tarnation?

Being way too small to let any angel love me

I would spit on the ground they shadowed

And in the air they flew above me.

When I was raw.

(when I was wrong.)

When I was raw.



It took a year or two

To scavenge what was left.

Now I walk with much more rhythm

Over the mines I might've dug and left.

I was so tainted when I set them

Being blinded from rage.

Now I glide until I stumble

But now they fail to engage.

Mmmmmmmmm