100 Doors

I came to find you through the burning fields
Violent eruptions left their scars
When you looked at that pile of dust
You forgot to ask for youth
From the darkest corner of your cave
The sound of your words rebounds
You're so small you would fit in a jar
But you still speak words of truth

A hundred doors
And I don't know which one to open
To find the underworld

If the leader gives you disrespect
Teach him a lesson with fire
How we needed those prophesies
And we nearly lost them all
I search an oak leaf for the lines to follow
But you don't sing fates anymore
How can we ask the dead to lead us again
With this smoke in our eyes?

A hundred doors
And I don't know which one to open
To find the underworld



Credits
Writer(s): Joe Peacock
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