Won't Follow You

I can’t follow you

into the dark

I can’t go back to that place

back when I wore a painted face

I won’t follow you

not this time

I've paid for my crimes

and I've found these rhymes

they were in the ground

they had no sound

the had no voice

they had no choice

they sat in the dirt

wallowing in they’re hurt

crying suffering

dying, for nothing

I picked them up

gave em a whats up

they found me

we were meant to be

they’re helping my cause

they’re pulling back the gauze

giving me freedom

to bleed out em

the thoughts that hid and screamed

the haunts that were released

I won’t follow you back there.

I've found something new

this is my crew