Million Dead - A Song To Ruin Lyrics
A lone voice crying in the wildernessmake the straight way for the coming of the...A dry throat stutters on an empty vision of milk and honeyand desolate quietA dry mouth falters on the opening blast of,a song to ruin what it left behindA bare sole longing for the feel of concreteand a lone voice crying in the wildernessI have these dreams when Im feeling sick of,unfinished patterns that I cant collate at all,of an inward breath in a land bereft of uncrippled figures,of an exhalation, of the Himavant, of a pulse.