Insects

Begging for the telling a story from the dark

Although, it's not too late to try to forget your part

Disquiet dirty fingers, like ice inside your heart

Whispers sullen promises, lonely from the start

The moon will wrest your gaze and what you have become

Eyes cracked and withered from staring at the sun

I bleed out the tears that turn to dirt

Your lies, I lived, through all the hurt

I bleed out the tears that turn to blood

We crawl like insects under the mud

Mercury is rising, life is turning red

The heavens, lies enough to bury all the dead

Building your religion to see that we are fed

Into brim, cold comfort, lying in your bed

The moon will wrest your gaze and what you have become

Eyes cracked and withered from staring at the sun

I bleed out the tears that turn to dirt

Your lies, I lived, through all the hurt

I bleed out the tears that turn to blood

We crawl like insects under the mud

Waiting for my time to fly now

Waiting for my time to fly now

Waiting for my time to fly now

I bleed out the tears that turn to dirt

Your lies, I lived, through all the hurt

I bleed out the tears that turn to blood

We crawl like insects under the mud

Inside the pillars

There I lie (There I rise)

Inside the pillars

We will crawl (We crawl like insects under the mud)