The Subconscious
The Subconscious
The Subconscious
The Subconscious
The Subconscious
The Subconscious
The Subconscious
The Subconscious
The Subconscious
The Subconscious
When i couldn't reach, you held me high so that i could take part in tradition
Now that i've learned to walk, i have this tendancy to fall
God damn this superstition
I threw my penance to the well where the charitable drown
But i was too young to know
So thank you for being the hand that pulled me to the surface
That i couldn't reach on my own
Details distract
It almost looks like the monument they say it is