Autumn of the Seraphs

Nothing left, feel alright
I think I'll play it down
Pretty little strain, I can take a bus to school
You can tag a stride, your ride

And you're here and you're alive
And you're the untapped memory of another life
And you're huge as the sky and you're dropping satellites
I can't think of your face without cracking the bones in my hands
I can't breathe through your lies and I think I'm off script again
Want your bones, want your face
Another time, another place
If your hands tell your bones, "Bring it down"

Spill all over
Spill all over

Well, it seems that those survived 'til the end of the wave
Spit blood like a true Generalwoman, wipe it on your sleeve
Come see with us that page and the blocking clouds your face
It's the monster at the end of the book, the battle at the panic of your dream

Who won that round?
Who won that round?

Spill all over
Spill all over



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Writer(s): Robertdale Rulon Crow, Armistead Burwell Smith
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