Chip
Don't call me your sister, my brother
If you can stand the taste of my blood
No difference in one another
Drowning in quicksand or water from the flood
(Pre-chorus)
It's hard to carry your cross
Don't nail me to the wood just cause you can't carry it across
(1 2 3 4!)
Just go home
Just go home
Just go home
We don't wanna fight
The valley has left us asunder
There's no bridge left to cross
I have been consumed by hunger
But i'll love what's left and take the loss
Will you do the same? i don't think so
(Pre-chorus)
It's hard to carry your cross
Don't nail me to the wood just cause you can't carry
(1 2 3 4!)
Just go home
Just go home
Just go home
You don't want a fight
It's a chip off my shoulders, we've lifted the boulders
With age it grows colder, but wiser don't mean older
This is a cry, a plea after you've already been tried
But this is the price of a lie, your ocean has dried