CATHEDRALS - EXCAVATION | Текст песни

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• CATHEDRALS
• EXCAVATION

I have scraped and scraped the ancient brick
only to excavate skeletons
of men past who used to have
wine upon their lips
and I feel as if I am one of them
destined to a lonely death of addiction
with a last breath I will address
the weight of my state

I agree we're damaged goods
from love lost or love misunderstood
…anchors jammed into the cogs
have screeched this to a halt.
Oh murder this in me.
Baggage that dragged me down so low
Dregged out this from the bottom.
Can it be washed clean?
Or is it only in a dream
where we can once again begin.

But as every brick like my wrongs
stack One on one.
I create my tomb
Can this progress be undone.
Habits deconstruct
Treasures emerge from the muck.
Cargo of a sunken ship
whose port long forgot.

Remind me of it's destination
and of the mercy in the waves.
Stave off my desperation
remind me of the winds, that carry me through.
could these bricks upon excavation
have a golden hue.

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