Lyrics Atop the Wings of a Magpie - Blindfolded and Led to the Woods, Karl Sanders

Atop the Wings of a Magpie

Like dangling keys in front of an infant
Chattering flaking bones
I’m building sandcastles from your ashes
In the twisted molten mess we created
Death machine
Hurtling through time and space
Consciousness
Atop the wings of a magpie
Searching for something shiny
Obliterate
Tangled between sheets of matter
Slicing razor sharp splinters
Rusted brown like an old barn
Rusted red like our own blood
As it escapes it binds us
Forever entwined in an accident
But after all
I’m glad it was with you