Who is there to give the push
The smell of dirt and roses
No sign of breath or water
I fall asleep under blankets of stars
Bending mind can't realize
Tears are strong as ten thousand tongues
Floating in sultan's daughters
Memories of loved ones are passing me by
Memories of loved ones are passing me by
Give way and yield my wake
Give way and yield my wake
They're waiting to wash your eyes out
Alive with a fervent anger
Your feet have been tied and your tongue in your hand
Death of a thousand ravens
You're down on your knees
You're blind as the Ancient Kingdom
Relive the ages of the moon
Reeling the water close to you
WRITERS
Brann Timothy Dailor, Troy Jason Sanders, William Breen Kelliher, William Brent Hinds