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Wreaths of rot strung up to dry

The flies churning

Herald a symphony of lies

In the cloudless, godless, unblinking sky

A decade lost and all I found

Amidst the incense burning

In this crypt above the ground

We’re all ashes

We all fall down

Four suns hung burning in the dull

Of a dead world’s eye

The carrion crusting at the socket

The road home

Erased in the wind

And where the forest grew thick I found

The only way up is down

Plague flowers beside the bed

Nothing but the vermin stirring

Thresholds marked in red

Every grave in this land is over fed

Wine to ash in thy mouth

Blistered tongues searching

For a reason in the stony ground

Dust to dust

Round and round

Four suns hung burning in the dull

Of a dead world’s eye

The carrion crusting at the socket

The road home

Erased in the wind

And where the forest grew thick I found

The only way up is down

Nothing left inside

For our spirit to imbibe

Despairs never contrived

A soul that’s left deprived

God willing if the rivers don’t rise

But I can feel them swelling inside

There is no higher ground

The only way up is down

God help us we’re burning alive

The flames crash like the waves inside

A scream without a sound

The only way up is down

God willing if the rivers don’t rise

But I can feel them swelling inside

There is no higher ground

The only way up is down

God help us we’re burning alive

The flames crash like the waves inside

A scream without a sound

The only way up is down