Broken from Wilderness by Wilderness

I wrote my first letter when we were six feet over,
on silk paper
I wrote my first lyrics when we were teenagers, freaks,
on a layer,
a low layer
BROKEN BONES ON BREAKING SOUNDS BROKEN LAWS
WITH BREAKING NOISES
BROKEN BONES ON BREAKING SOUNDS BROKEN LEGS
IF BREAKING HORSES, HOUSES
In a hole, the deepest hole
We are now like turtles running on a shore
We don’t talk, we don’t breathe,
Waiting for the weather to burn the leaves
Our souls are reading our doors
We are now
Young but old
Found but told
Lost and found
While destroying the faces of humanity We will be turning back
not to be part of this sad story
BROKEN BONES ON BREAKING SOUNDS BROKEN LAWS
WITH BREAKING NOISES
On a shore, burn the leaves
lost and found, story
destroying the faces of humanity
We will be turning back
not to be part of this sad story
Lost and found
I wrote my first letter when we were six feet over,
on silk paper
I wrote my first lyrics when we were teenagers, freaks,
on a layer, a low layer
BROKEN BONES ON BREAKING SOUNDS BROKEN LAWS
WITH BREAKING NOISES

• Alternative
• Digital-punk
• Electronic
• Rock
• popindie
• psychedelic rock
• France