Systems - III. Witch Ritual | Текст песни

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Watch the flames grow
As they claim our homes.

Untie each knot
Woven in this serpentine
Of doubts and reasons not to
Drop your empty pail
Down the well
You've come to count
On in times
Of severest drought.

A cough upheaved,
Poured back down the well.

Time returns us all to dirt
Where we reach toward the sky.

Sever worn ties
Cut off the whole chase
Spiraling down this plane crash circle.
Your letters penned prayers
All too late
So spiral on down that drug you circle.
When your engine
Tastes those waves
You're swallowed whole into endless circles.

Cough and crash.

Our pilot's dead,
Fasten straight ahead
At the crash,
Greet the shattered glass.

Please help me
Lick these wounds clean.
No hope, No God
Save me.

When the ground breaks you'll stop
Crashing downward.
High as great pyramids and yet
The bricks tear
Lives like leaves down.

In this collapse
Can we fall through the cracks?
In this collapse
Can we only lose what's lovely?

March toward the cliffs
Bound and gagged,
Blind and Mute.

Lay us down
Scraped clean from the marrow of your bones.

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