Sycamore Lyrics

Woke before sunrise

In the darkness and cold

I could hear the branches sigh

Scraping in the snow

This is the lonely time

I get a lot done

Before the light arrives

With the morning sun

Notes and research

On the Sycamore

Nothing to besmirch

The layers at my core

The panic pain persists

A manticore inside

Could never conquer this

Manic energy I hide

Slivers biting at the soul

Little did you know

Persistence rarely pays

Enough to make ends meet

Licentious lies the ways

To get back on your feet

But this is the lonely path

I carved on my own

And nothing feeds the wrath

Like throwing a dog a bone

Slivers biting at the soul

Little did you know

You could gnaw the marrow

You could squeak on by

Shoot fish in a barrel

Make it if you try

Or give up trusting God

For all the good it did

It's not the Sycamore's job

To bend to your whim

Slivers biting at the soul

Little did you know