Brown Bird - Threads of Measure lyrics

Torn by travel, toil and treason
Tied by fraying lines
Devil drowning voice of reason
Dire decaying mind

Mending miles with threads of measure
Letting loose all lies
Unraveling lines of pain and pleasure
A life of death defied
Swollen hands laid down like
The light of hope falls in fragments from
Self-dealt fatal blows
And burns our eyes with bold
Bursts of fires known
Yet sewn so tight to us we can't let go

'Round unholy chasms and up hollow hills
We steady our horsepower and summon our will
To embrace what's behind what is seen
And is haunting us still

What was one has become individual parts
Devoid of the source where this ritual starts
With our wills overthrown at the
Whim of habitual hearts

One day no sordid soul
Will shout it's purpose
Corralling lost accomplices around
When thunder voices cease to
Shower us with locust
Will you be ready to recieve the underground?

Shape-shifting morality rise and decline
A tic-tocking time bomb hard
Wired to the mind
We pursue what's perceived as a short
Cut to achieve the sublime

One day no sordid soul
Will shout it's purpose
Corralling lost accomplices around
When thunder voices cease to
Shower us with locust
Will you be ready to recieve the underground?