Album: The Threshingfloor
Up up
And behind your breath
Up up up
Up up
And behind behind
He up
Up and behind your breath
His face takes it's place
Behind whats left
You wait for it
It will not come
These things are hidden
In the rest of the son
Flatter yourself not
All your noise come to naught
Endless ending endless
Collection of plagues
Brought down on the median ground
Up up
and behind your breath
Up up up
scorch the earth
ruined lives entire
of all the architects grand
this ones the liar
but my king
my king
shows his hands
Up up
and behind your breath
Up up up
a golden rod
to measure the city
the city, it's gates, it's walls
every breath here a call to prayer
we as we as
children there