Of Dust

And when the smoke had settled to the ground,
The color schemes we picked, wanted out
When the molds of our skins shattered through, the holds on our funds went too
Through the ash, and decay, there’s not much left to say, not much left to say.

So when you wake, and feel alone,
When your wooden house, in your heart, doesn’t feel like home.
The teeth and the axes bite, strike true,
There’s not a damn, damn thing, your bark can even do.

We’re all children of dust,
Destined to fade and stain like rust.
Back to your mother, with open arms,
A long, long sleep to forget who you are.

With our heads mounted on the walls,
Ghosts haunting our families, all in all.
And when the smoke had settled to the ground,
The color schemes in our lungs, ripped their way out.
Oh.

We’re all children of dust,
Destined to fade and stain like trust.
Back to your mother, with open arms,
A long, long sleep to forget who you are.

We’re all children of dust,
Destined to fade, and stain like lust.
Back to your mother, with open arms,
A long, long sleep to forget who you are.
A long, long sleep to forget what you’ve done.
A long, long sleep to break apart.

So when you wake, and feel alone.
When that little voice in your head, feels like somebody you don’t know.