Garden in the Bones (Explicit) - Periphery

Lyrics by：Spencer Sotelo

Composed by：Misha Mansoor/Matt Halpern/Mark Holcomb/Jake Bowen/Spencer Sotelo

Mercy like a gun when you've come undone

I've awoken in the hour that receives no one

The sound of a tribe will shake me out until sunrise

The heat of tomorrow released as the wind blows

A beating stare from all the tribe

No sleep tonight

The howl from below

The wolf and the soaring crow

Am I losing control

Am I losing all of control

All spirits entrance

I toss and turn in no romance

From six under the grass the prison breaks like glass

Stripped of all the air in my lungs now

Flee from the walls

So alone

Stampede in the room like a buffalo

Raise me up in my throes

The howl from below

The wolf and the soaring crow

Am I losing control

Am I losing all of control

All spirits entrance

I toss and turn in no romance

From six under the grass the prison breaks like glass

Upon the burial lie thieves of their past

Firewater

Tenacious

Upon the burial ground

Upon the burial ground

Between the living and the dead we move

Between the living and the dead we all move

Shift all placement but they're sifting you

Between the living and the dead we all move

The claim we stake

A land within our wake

Garden in the bones

A headdress down in the soil we own

We build it on the bulls**t or build it upon the burial

Garden in the bones

A headdress down in the soil we own

Yeah stripped of all the air in my lungs now

Feeling so alone

Stampede in the room like buffalo

Feeling so low

Pull out all the ground from below

You've given quite a show

Stampede in the room like buffalo

Raise me up in my throes

The howl from below

The wolf and the soaring crow

Am I losing control

Am I losing all of control

All spirits entrance

I toss and turn in no romance

From six under the grass the prison breaks like glass

Upon the burial lie thieves of their past

Firewater

Tenacious

Upon the burial ground

Upon the burial ground

Upon the burial ground

Between the living and the dead we move

Dead we move

Mercy like a gun