Roanoke Songtext
von Foxblood

I am haunted by tradition that I do not understand
Burn this shit right after reading
Another thing you won′t be needing
Blood from your old wounds covering your hands
No one's greener pasture, settling after, greater plan
"The timelines you won′t like, the less that you know,"
And I don't like the way that shit rolls off my tongue
"Cause' I′m worse than ever now, don′t want to say it's your fault."
The less that you know
So where did those people go? This place looks just like Roanoke
Where did those people go? This place looks just like Roanoke
So mercy, mercy me. Take, my giving tree
Tiny drops of history are leaking out from your pipe dream
Mercy me, we′re tearing at the seams The things we leave with a whimper and not a scream
Tempests in a township where the wells have long run empty
Just you, on Friday morning, sleeping gently
So I gave up the guilt and the ghost, and still felt no atonement
And on that sinking ship we sailed, through witching hour oceans
II'l weave a downright wicked scheme, a dalliant contingency
We play these games with aces up our sleeves
So mercy, mercy me
Mercy, mercy me
Tiny drops of history are leaking out from your pipe dream
Mercy me, we′re tearing at the seams
The things we leave with a whimper and not a scream
Ever-fucking-green, my giving tree
With a whimper, not a scream


Mercy me, stay evergreen
Mercy me, stay evergreen
Tiny drops of history are leaking out from your pipe dream
Mercy me, we're tearing at the seams
The things we leave with a whimper, not a scream
(Mercy me, stay evergreen)
So take from me, my giving tree
(Mercy me, stay evergreen)