Misery, Not Memory - Echolyn

In these woods our beauty lies

In misery, not memory

I’ve eaten pills no one should swallow

Wound up naked on the floor

Used a gun that wasn’t clean

Now I wonder

Slept with whores and fell in love

The bottom was so far away

No scars to remind

No villains at my throat

No kind words will help

Help me, won’t someone help me

In misery, not memory

I’ve tripped so hard no one would follow

Past side three of The Wall

Driven blind and made it home

Hit head on and walked away

Why am I unpunished when

Beauty meets an early end

I’m no victim

Just curious, curious

These woods only bring sorrow

Can’t deny and won’t admit

That I belong to it

I don’t understand

Jimmy slept on John’s grave the night we buried him

Chris was found underneath the floor in the house where he was killed

They found Frank Thanksgiving morning with the needle still in his arm

Wake like a Quaker

Full of promise

I’m afraid I’ll kill again

Chose the life that’s poisoned me

Leave it all to misery

Leave it all to misery

Can’t deny

That I belong to misery