Obsidian Confessions

I should have died in the desert
Found the pure without measure
Lost my limits of pressure
Broke my selfish pride

All the angels were quiet with their questions
They glowed black with obsidian confessions

Lay your bones on the desert floor
The stars are calling us home
Winds blow here, now the echoes of grief return to stone
Where the desert claims its throne

Blowing dirt, and a moth still flies by me
Different world, but the same song still plays
Ring a gold bell, all of the blue
All the evil is gone and removed

I should have died in the desert
Found the pure without measure
Lost my limits of pressure
Broke my selfish pride

All the angels were quiet with their questions
They glowed black with obsidian confessions

Lay your bones on the desert floor
The stars are calling us home
Winds blow here, now the echoes of grief return to stone
Where the desert claims its throne