Comatose Daughter by Trees Will Tell Lyrics

You could find clearance...

Find your own path...

You could find redemption Inside your own wrath, but every god has its thorn, and now it’s too late, now it’s too late



Child of disaster

Cross out every name...

Streets are empty canvas for the hunger of your pain

Dear, Melancholy, can you spell my name?

I am every mistake that can make you feel sane



You could find clearance...
Find your own path...

You could find redemption Inside your own wrath, but every god has its thorn, and now it’s too late, now it’s too late