III: a Steady Descent Into The Soil lyrics

Death Atlast we meet With familial embraces Old friend we have Skirted paths For far too long Its time For these years of suffering To wither and weap Its time you know Just how cruel This world’s become There is No place for me Amongst the hordes of hate and hurt Everyone’s a threat And every fear Has been proven real You speak It’ll comes in waves, the nausea And though your bones may splinter and break I will become your eyelids So I may bring You some reprieve Take my organs Take my blood flow Strip the flesh From my brittle broken bones As the tides rise As the wind dies As the earth spins We account for nothing The new growth cast out The old leaves As the ground Consumes our bodies I’ve always known I was born to Become one With the soil