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
Add extended interpretation
If you know what the artist is talking about, can read between the lines, and know the history of the song, you can add interpretation to the lyrics. After checking by our editors, we will add it as the official interpretation of the song!
Latest added interpretations to lyrics