Feral Roots
Rival Sons Lyrics

On the mountain where I was born
The place where I come from, there are trees that call out to me.

There are trees that would call my name
The trees in my hometown have a special connection to me.

On the wind, they would bring a song
Through the wind, they bring me a message or a song.

For every feral lead to claim
The natural and wild things all belong to me, as if by nature's law.

They said keep your eyes open
Someone had told me to be vigilant and to keep looking out for things.

And we'll teach you to dream while you are awake
They had promised to show me how to dream, even when I'm fully awake.

Well, they haven't spoken
Sadly, those who had promised and taught me usually go silent.

Since their branches were broken for the fire that they told me to
They might have been destroyed or burned in the flames they had commanded me to set.

On the book where my page was torn
There's a part of me that feels incomplete, as if a page inside of me is ripped out.

There are words that I don't understand
There's a lot I can't comprehend and don't know, that I have yet to find the meaning of.

All my elders they'd tell me those ones
Those much older and wise than me say that these specific words aren't written by human hand.

Were not writ by human hands
The origin of these words is other-worldly and not for humans to know.

Well, I just don't believe that's true
I don't agree with them, and refuse to believe in their words.

If the truth can be written, then the truth can be hid
Even if the truth is on paper, it can still be concealed.

Those words are commanding you
These specific words can have control over you and order you to do things.

Though your body may grow old in your mind
You can still remain like a child in your thoughts and imagination, no matter how old you become.

You must remain a kid
It's important to keep your childlike wonder and imagination alive, no matter what age you are.

Feral roots calling me back home
My wild and natural instincts are pulling me back to where I came from.

Feral roots are calling me back home
My primal nature and inherent desires are beckoning to me, calling me back to my roots.

Feral roots calling me back home
My wild and unbridled side is calling out to me, drawing me back to where I belong.

Feral roots calling me back home
My untamed, fierce, and raw side is pulling me to my origins, where it all started.