Bold predictions of a night so lasting
It's like the cannibals were there
Each fragment of wind that they tasted
Had cells of human skin in the air
As stagnant pockets of rain fall
Like bricks of coarse corpse hair
With the weightlessness that only ghosts possess
So now whatever happened to that man that left his smile on stare
He had the skeleton key that halted fires that lit the seas
Now we are rolling the soaking storm
He has the skeleton key that started fires that hid disease under the swamps
Rolling the soaking storm to end the day of days
Now we're found
Run!
Oh where, oh where could he be
He bleeds heavy, but he truly bleeds for me
Oh where, oh where could he be
He bleeds truly