The Color Morale
Single • 2014
You did well, devil Family life, it's like Puzzle pieces disconnected, picture frames we'll never find This broken home my demons still reside You would think we could have lived together with all this hell inside Mother, I just needed you to know Something good grew out from all of the cracks inside our broken home Am I a lonely soul, a kid flying his kite alone Or am I just a head in the clouds, welcoming wind every time there's a storm? Where do I go now? I grew up in a house God built with the devil's blueprints With no foundation found I went to hell to have some words With the devil about what he did But it was empty Everyone moved out Mother, I just needed you to know Something good grew out from all of the cracks inside our broken home And father, I needed you the most But I'm still a kid in aging skin, a hypocrite trying to grow Every time I try to bury the wreckage of that old house in my mind I see the same crow on the power line He could have flown to any other home, but he'll never stop chasing mine He'll never stop chasing mine It's a strange kind of comfort Learning to always love the cracks inside broken homes Mother, I just needed you to know Something good grew out from all of the cracks in our broken home And father, I needed you the most But I'm still a kid in aging skin and I will always love you both
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026
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