The Mean Spirits, Breathing

Shai Hulud

Welcome to the new age where wealth is weighed in spirit

And only dead men beam
There is no light in the loam
Sparks in the ash

Exhume the light
Entomb breathing hate

Vicious hearts are alive
The noble are dead
The earth thrives on the substance of its corpses
Mean Spirits, breathing, befoul the air

Above ground tread the wretched
Destiny has been careless in how it's filled our tombs

What rots underground
the remains scattered
was a godsend to mankind
Gentle hearts once nourished with hope and compassion

As flesh judges flesh, bury the bodies bred in malice
Spite will smother in soil

And I would trade 1000 lives for you
For one more moment in farewell
One more mere moment
1000 lives
For you


compositores: MATT COVEY, MATT FOX
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