Текст песни Bottle Dreams

Everyone knew she was a special young girl

From her neighbors to her teachers

Some labeled her a prodigy, others called her a genius

It was amazing the way she could play the violin

It made it hard for people to believe that she only ten

But behind every brilliant mind there lies a monster

This one just so happened to be her father

See daddy was sick, he'd get a rush by playing touchy touch

And telling her to keep it hush

It was his secret way of loving that he needed someone he could trust

Fucked her head up, saying if Momma was alive she'd be so proud of us

So she'd hide the desire to die

But if you paid close attention you could see the sorrow in her eyes

Walking around in the only real hell

No one would ever think she'd have such a story to tell

Afraid to go home, afraid to talk, afraid of crying

She was too young to even know why

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And everyday she'd go to the river with a message in a bottle saying

'Please, God help me I don't wanna live to see tomorrow'

Each day she'd scrounge for a tiny shred of hope

Just to wish the bottle would stay afloat

But every single solitary day, the bottle seems to sink

I don't know why but the bottle always sinks

She never sees it happen, but the bottle always sinks

Now only the bottom of the river knows what she really thinks

She made that violin sing with so much pain

You could almost hear her scream through the strange vibrations

What was once sweet and innocent

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Chose to probe the flowers of the pure and sacred

Her instrument was her only tongue

To express the infinite abuse in it's depths

At night the footsteps crept to her door and she'd begin to shake and weep

And with tears rolling down her cheeks she's pretend she was asleep

When the nightmare was over, and the sun dawned its light

She'd retreat to the same place she always did

Rip a page from her diary, and write with all her might

Then send it off into the current, determined to find a way to live

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Being a victim of her daddy's hands for so long

She lost the will to move on

Sick of picking up her violin to hide from what's wrong

Exhausted, but staying strong

She tried to play the bright side, but couldn't bring herself to make

nothing but sad songs

Sick of that sick feeling that stays in her stomach

Sick of waiting for a rescue by someone who found one of her bottles

Sick of being daddy's little secret

She got up at the crack of day and smashed her violin into pieces

Then proceeded to walk towards the river with a plan

Only this time the diary and bottle was in her hand

Just walk with herself, away from the hell

Not knowing at the river bottom lied all the cries for help

It was weeks before they found her dead body

Some fisherman reeled it from the water

like something from a detective novel

Diagnosis: suicide, stemmed from desperation

Was near where she drowned they found about 500 messages in sunken bottles