Ashbreather Lyrics

Courting death at dawn's command,

We're not unlike our faithful offspring.

At an idol's throat for virtue of

Perfection

Our hands slapped down

Unanswered prayers

Echo the fall

With each mindless gasp

There flees my escape

A listlessness

Follows in its stead;

A veil, a barrier

As I tread fire

We left you here

Breathing fire, now

(Nesting in the face of this hearth

A stubborn coal

Still bearing a grudge

Your teary smile, a foregone goodbye)

Rage incarnate, a celebration

It's all we know and it flows free to flood our home

Spit cinders of subconcious grief into

Aching furnace fantasies

Putting into words well quartered

Aimed intention to hurt another

Set to wait under a prophet-moon

Speech comes to naught when uttered with this maw

It spews forth ash

This perfume

Fragrant more than any flower spring could bear

The rust and char, the salt

And love forged brittle

Persisting

Tethered to a realm of languor

Reel forth, endure a hopeless crawl

Looking for scabs to pick for sustenance