The stone walls on this hill are bleeding All of the air escapes my mouth Crushed by the weight of the ocean These nights were ours ♪ Now these bars hold no light Push the blade and turn ♪ The stone walls on this hill are bleeding All of the air escapes my mouth Churches for my kind They crawl with spears In packs to meet their charge And time seeps away like a weeping wound Tendrils of smoke crawling in my lungs My ribcage takes the weight of the flames Black blood congealing in the embers A bond is formed in the ash The trees they become distant They feel the longing Footprints in the marsh where life flows no more Dust on the pane where grandeur once reigned A podium of grief The sand is thinning out It's the end of the fucking wastes I'll take what is rightfully mine Only passive suffering, now a fantasy Blood soaks both your eyes Your bones melted by the crystal Why can't you understand that it's just all gone? Why didn't you take the last piece of my body? Your abuse didn't come cheap Home is where the knives are ♪ Crushed by the weight of the ocean These nights were ours