The Crooked Kind

I heard you tellin' lies

I heard you say you weren't born of our blood

I know we're the crooked kind

But you're crooked, too, boy, and it shows

Some get dealt simple hands

Some walk the common paths, all nice and worn

But all folks are damaged goods

It ain't a talk of if, just one of when and how

So collect your scars and wear 'em well

Your blood's as good an ink as any

Go scratch your name into the clouds

And pull 'em all down

The thunder plays its drum

The air is heavy with the smell of storms

And I sit beside my brother and feel him shake

As he laughs himself right back to sleep

And I'm laughin' with him

But I smell their blood

My fingers trace their faces in the wood

I hear their voices somewhere in my bones

I feel them sing along when I'm alone

When I'm not too frightened, that is when I know

That I'm here with everyone

They're never truly gone

Well, I know it's everyone

And I hear their songs

Oh, I'm lost with everyone

Shadows dance around the room

I know their names, I carry their blood, too

They sing forgotten songs

But I know the words, they've been with me since I was born

And as I grew, I danced with them, too