Holes in the Skull Verse 1 To all the people mocking my feelings, Laughing at the tears I couldn't hide, Thinking every wound is weakness, Every storm should stay inside. You speak as if the heart were simple, Like a machine that never breaks, But pain has walked beside humanity Since the dawn of all our days. Pre-Chorus Before we learned the names of sorrow, Before the books and science grew, We searched the dark for any answer, The same as me, the same as you. Chorus The first surgical procedure Was making holes in the skull for pain, Trying to free the ghosts of sadness, Trying to let out fear and rain. So don't you tell me feelings matter less, Or shame me for the tears I show, We've been searching for emotional healing For thousands of years we know. Verse 2 Kings and beggars shared the burden, Poets, sailors, saints and thieves, Every heart has hidden fractures, Every soul has wounds beneath. Some build walls around their suffering, Some pretend they never fall, But silence is a fragile armor, And it cannot save us all. Pre-Chorus The strongest tree is not the one That never bends before the wind, It's the one that keeps on growing After every storm has been. Chorus The first surgical procedure Was making holes in the skull for pain, Trying to free the ghosts of sadness, Trying to let out fear and rain. So don't you tell me feelings matter less, Or shame me for the tears I show, We've been searching for emotional healing For thousands of years we know. Bridge If crying were a sign of weakness, Why were tears placed in our eyes? If heartbreak served no purpose, Why does every age describe it? The scars we carry tell our story, The wounds we heal become our art, And every act of human kindness Begins inside a wounded heart. Final Chorus The first surgical procedure Was making holes in the skull for pain, Yet here we stand, still searching gently, Not with hammers but with grace. So laugh if you wish at my emotions, I won't hide them anymore, For every feeling that I've carried Has made me stronger than before. Outro To all the people mocking my feelings, One day you'll learn what I learned too: The bravest thing a soul can do Is tell the truth of what it's going through Folk Rock / Celtic Ballad. السرعة: 78–84 BPM.
