You've got your hand on me like a little puppet show.
Taking control of me when I don’t know where to go.
A map in my hand with no direction,
but you know what I am capable of.
I own the key to an unknown door –
the love you’ll want more and more.
The metal treasure, a gift for me to give to you.
There's room in here for new doors,
my hands hold many keys.
Touching faces with my eyes glancing at the crowd.
Taking photos in my mind of all those who stand around.
The story they wrote, words made into rope;
I made it strong enough for you to hold onto.
I own the key to an unknown door –
the love you’ll want more and more.
The metal treasure, a gift for me to give to you.
There's room in here for new doors,
my hands hold many keys.
For all the times they told you,
you weren’t good enough:
be still like water that’s never been touched.
You won’t know what you’re missing
unless you breathe silence into your heart.
Missouri crushers wax poetic against a backdrop of post-hardcore guitar heroics, pop-punk vocals, and metalcore rhythms. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 22, 2024