The stone walls on this hill are bleeding
All of the air escapes my mouth
Crushed by the weight of the ocean
These nights were ours
Now these bars, hold no light
Push the blade, and turn
The stone walls on this hill are bleeding
All of the air escapes my mouth
Churches for my kind
They crawl with spears
In packs to meet their charge
And time seeps away like a weeping wound
Tendrils of smoke crawling in my lungs
My ribcage takes the weight of the flames
Black blood congealing in the embers
A bond is formed in the ash
The trees they become distant, they feel the longing
Footprints in the marsh where life flows no more
Dust on the pane where grandeur once reigned
A podium of grief
The sand is thinning out
It's the end of the f*cking wastes
I'll take what is rightfully mine
Only passive suffering, now a fantasy
Blood soaks both your eyes
Your bones melted by the crystal
Why can't you understand that it's just all gone
Why won't you take the last piece of my body
Your abuse didn't come cheap
Home is where the knives are