Run from the army of stichlings Sewn by the hands of old Ghostly melodies flaunt Themselves Dust and dawn will collide Not knowing one from another Shave us down to the bone As darkness falls and another War is won, look to home Beautiful time eating towers Lay under sober skies Shreds of their drawn on skin Lay under sober skies Not knowing one from another Shave us down to the bone As darkness falls and another War is won, look to home Rip the seams Open Drain his dreams Dry 25th Hour Lets there be light
