Shadow Hitched
Sense the deepest hunger, and the eyes ache
The space between, the stable and ruin
They meet
The dance with every face, a miserable cadence
Rub the sockets with dirt, send me inwards
The hand that crept from the depths
Held my flesh, dry and desolate
Breached by a wraith
To show me true perfection
What thought of life, to behold such an end
Feeble and crushing end
Molded by the sadness that grows
When life blossoms but never see that glow
When loss almost tore me through
And the seeds that sleep never became
Become so numb to the cold, the flame
When the world turns hollow, it will seem familiar
Bury this body
Mark the soil
With a blank stone
Hide from the judgements that were made
Bury this body
Mark the soil
With a blank stone
Hide from the judgements that were made
Bury this body
Mark the soil
With a blank stone
Hide from the judgements that were made
Indifference, redundancy
Whispers a dead song of winter
What a bitter slumber
When you fight with a soul
Indifference, redundancy
As I lay in the gray
Meadow of salvation
Oh how I hate a truth so bright
The dead marble cathedral gaze
Burn it down, Burn it down
I felt nothing more, a humour in loneliness
I'll just have to take the hand the Wraith Gave Me
Burn it down, Burn it down
The space between, the stable and ruin
They meet
The dance with every face, a miserable cadence
Rub the sockets with dirt, send me inwards
The hand that crept from the depths
Held my flesh, dry and desolate
Breached by a wraith
To show me true perfection
What thought of life, to behold such an end
Feeble and crushing end
Molded by the sadness that grows
When life blossoms but never see that glow
When loss almost tore me through
And the seeds that sleep never became
Become so numb to the cold, the flame
When the world turns hollow, it will seem familiar
Bury this body
Mark the soil
With a blank stone
Hide from the judgements that were made
Bury this body
Mark the soil
With a blank stone
Hide from the judgements that were made
Bury this body
Mark the soil
With a blank stone
Hide from the judgements that were made
Indifference, redundancy
Whispers a dead song of winter
What a bitter slumber
When you fight with a soul
Indifference, redundancy
As I lay in the gray
Meadow of salvation
Oh how I hate a truth so bright
The dead marble cathedral gaze
Burn it down, Burn it down
I felt nothing more, a humour in loneliness
I'll just have to take the hand the Wraith Gave Me
Burn it down, Burn it down
Credits
Writer(s): Derek Woolley, Dominic Dougherty, Jacob Fuss
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