Let them spill their worth
Of beloved righteousness
Let them soak the soil of such vanity
Let their hollow hearts decry the stars
Where death devours this very breath
Let loose the whaling of hidden drums
And the trumpets that sound from depths above
Let agony free through the fires that burn our air and drink our waters dry
Let them cry at the feet of nothing
Cry of nothinnnng
Noth
innng
As it drains them dry
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
Let them spill their worth
Of beloved righteousness
Let them soak the soil of such vanity
Let their hollow hearts decry the stars
Where death devours this very breath
Let loose the whaling of hidden drums
And the trumpets that sound from depths above
Let agony free through the fires that burn our air and drink our waters dry
Let them cry at the feet of nothing
Cry of nothinnnng
Noth
innng
As it drains them dry
