Black Sea – Camille Jobin – letras

Consolidate my wayNeed of consolation over my way has to vanishMake me strong but keep me feelingToo many souls don’t feel these daysSubconscious living, dreaming through itTake me somewhere else, always somewhere elseMy own worst enemyI sprouted from destructive seeds you seeThe clockwork beneathMy skin’s getting, tired of these troublingsConscience clear but dirty handsKnife to the back, gun to the chestWounded but blessed I learnt from this messWash me out black seaCrossed your waters in hopesYou’d find the grounds for meInstead, got washed back with a hollow chestWashed back with a hollow chestDon’t take your history for granted, you’ll need it to surviveShe taught you all the things you care forYou’re made of her bonesYou’re made of her bones, you’re made of her bonesI can show you a couple thingsFrom the prison bars insideI can show you a couple thingsI learnt from the prison bars insideBut I hope I hope you won’t understandThe clockwork beneathMy skin’s getting tired of these troublingsConscience clear but dirty handsKnife to the back gun to the chestWounded but blessed I learnt from this messWash me out black sea, crossed your watersIn hopes you’d find the grounds for meInstead, got dragged backWith a hollow chest, got dragged back with a hollow chest