The Republic Of Wolves - Tashbih текст песни

When I was six months old
there was a price upon my soul.
They placed me in a basket
and sent me down the rapids
So all I ever knew was a wicker tomb.

Please lock the door behind me
Just lock the door after I go.
I'm sorry for my tied tongue
I'm sorry that you left alone.

When I replaced the cross
with monuments to what I'd lost
I grew apart from myself
and shook until the night fell
But all I ever was
was merciful.

Well I never got out of those rapids
We never get out of the rapids.

You're still here in some way.
But I couldn't have known
so it's alright.