Lyrics

There's somethin' hidin' there below these strings
Beneath this wood there's some darker things
We can pretend like we just don't see
The scratch of the cat, the bark of the tree

Whoa, woe, is me
I couldn't let it be
Keep on pickin' and it's gonna bleed
I rattled it's cage and then I set it free

A haunting melody can give you a fright
Like abandoned skeletons led to the light
To drum out your past in rhythm and rhyme
27 devils tap dancin' in time

Whoa, woe, is me
I couldn't help but see
Between these lines there's a whole lot of grief
I rattled it's cage and then I set it

Free to roam out on it's own
Beaten, baffled, hammered and stoned
Bruised and naked

Whoa, woe, is me
I couldn't let it be
Keep on pickin' and it's gonna bleed
I rattled it's cage and then I set it free