"Roanoke" lyrics

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
I'll 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)