Million Dead - A Song to Ruin lyrics
[Million Dead - A Song to Ruin lyrics]
A lone voice crying in the wilderness
Make the straight way for the coming of the
A dry throat stutters on an empty vision
Of milk and honey and desolate quiet
A dry mouth falters on the opening
Blast of a song to ruin what it left behind
A bare sole longing for the feel of concrete
And a lone voice crying in the wilderness
I have these dreams when I'm feeling sick
Of unfinished patterns that I
Can't collate at all
Of an inward breath in a
Land bereft of uncrippled figures
Of an exhalation of the himavant of a pulse
Make the straight way for the coming of the
A dry throat stutters on an empty vision
Of milk and honey and desolate quiet
A dry mouth falters on the opening
Blast of a song to ruin what it left behind
A bare sole longing for the feel of concrete
And a lone voice crying in the wilderness
I have these dreams when I'm feeling sick
Of unfinished patterns that I
Can't collate at all
Of an inward breath in a
Land bereft of uncrippled figures
Of an exhalation of the himavant of a pulse