| We Rot |
|---|
| Always creeps are stalking |
| In windows they’ll be watching |
| Whether we are rotting |
| The ocean still lays |
| The gods still pay |
| They’ll be sifting though |
| Our dead remains |
| From the pain we stay |
| Above but |
| Don’t float away |
| My sad remains |
| Don’t you change |
| We change |
| Why |
| Please rest my ways |
| I’ll take your pain |
| With my sad bones and my soiled throne |
| Crush them up |
| Bones dust |
| We are only just |
| Blue blood rust |
| Blue blood forest trail |
| Sifting through light in the pine needle |
| My sacred friend |
| You came |
| Just for in time for the end |
