Our Weary Roots

We can only build so high With mortar and stone A world touching in the sky Turns to ashes and bone This life of peace and luxury Call it a wish or an answer Call it a beautiful cancer When the twisted face comes seeping in Will you believe in the shepherd? Can you trust in their words? Born to a burning ship A churning sea Taught that they'd never lie We'd never cry We'd never bleed Nothing cannot come from this On the edge staring into the abyss Howling at the moon they sing Of a swollen world to which we bring A dependence to kneel before a King Grasp the edge and try to see All the sheep with pointed teeth They can't belong this must be wrong Hold your breath hold on tight Roots abused from growing weight A matter we exacerbate Pay no mind to shaking floors Learn to run learn to hide Light is flowing through I feel destitute This fall will rip our world in two My skin cracks and peels away like paint Call this a wish or an answer Call it a beautiful cancer Nothing cannot come from this