Hunter Skye - Papier-Mache Lyrics

If the world were a mermaid
I'd see it through your cynical eyes
The crow scraped its way out of my chest I'm alive
Each feather, a blessing, which left

My lungs have grown mildew
As it gets harder to breathe
When the subconscious mind throws darts at me

Hit all the nerves
Crashing waves arrive
I tuck and roll, the river flows
I tuck and roll, the river flows
I tuck and roll, the river flows
The river flows

The fire won't go out
The flame is breaking the skin
I built a paper mache church out of sin
Not knowing the air we breathe
Has already been poisoned

I'm starving my inner constellations
My mind and soul are in a different universe
Colliding with the millennium of bad choices

You call it quicksand
I call it a slow way out
You call it quicksand

The volcano erupts in my ribcage
The tsunami is wrecking the town
And I'm sure as hell not going back there
I'm sure as hell not going back there
I'm sure as hell not going back there
Going back there

The fire won't go out
The flame is breaking the skin
I built a paper mache church out of sin
Not knowing the air we breathe
Has already been poisoned

The fire won't go out
The flame is breaking the skin
I built a paper mache church out of sin
Not knowing the air we breathe
Has already been poisoned

It's already been poisoned
It's already been poisoned