Burdens of a Dying World

Conducting From The Grave

The land now cast into darkness, a riptide of plagues in its wake
Here is your purity in our children's hands
Empty eye sockets reflect of burnt out stars and hollow graves
Everything becomes nothing sooner or later
It's when the piece doesn't fit that all hell breaks loose
Your legends crumble beginning with their foundations
The wind carries their pleas to our ears
A society on broken knees screaming to a god who doesn't care
Build and build we'll bury the past before day
You've jumped in too soon and broken your neck
Exile is the only breath you'll catch around here

Time is running out
The weight is becoming unbearable

If only their was a way to go back, reverse the damage and heal the broken
Maybe then the tables will turn and the victims will control the wrath
Every structure for miles is collapsing, leaving them to pick up the pieces
Pull back the sky, let the sun flourish
Blind eyes haven't seen dead stars in decades

Bring the flood
Wash away every impurity