Hall Of The Sky

Let all dust scatter above
The clouds
Directly do no wrong
Descend upon a scorched earth
Without question to inheritance

For the sake of a few
Don’t call a pack of wolves from the woods
As a drowning man
Time slips and clutches at a razor blade
In the rain and the mud
Dug under the drain
As a drowning man

Let all dust scatter above
The clouds
Directly do no wrong
Descend upon a scorched earth
Without question to inheritance
And restitution
Is unfortunately rare

What appeals to modulation
Is a buried man
A deliberate misdirection
Appearances
Not keeping up

Let all dust scatter above
The clouds
Directly do no wrong
Descend upon a scorched earth
Without question to inheritance
And restitution
Is unfortunately rare

A curve at the surface
Our approach amended
Descend upon a scorched earth
Ascend from their attention

A curve at the surface
Our approach is amended
Let all dust scatter above

Let all dust scatter above
Collapse in convalescence
Augment man’s ethos
Symbiotic to grief in humanity
If when kings they don’t want you served
What comfort lies within
Reflect that yours is impartial