Текст песни Endthisday - A Eulogy On The Lips Of The Dead

Playing god and pointing
Fingers in every direction
But our own is a
Beautiful Way to Live
Creating heavens out of
Ashes and reaching towards
The sky with every
Pedestal possible
We've taken two steps
Out of a thousand
One small step towards
Understanding, and one
Giant leap towards murder
Look up at the sky and
The wrists we've slit
Sucking the blood
Straight from the veins
Take a deep breath and
Make excuses for why
It burns your lungs
These skylines stand
Like cemeteries with
Headstones for us all
This has risen
From bare ground,
Everything we fabricate
And call beauty
This is beauty with a
Gun in it's mouth
This is not
What was intended
Imagine walking in open
Fields with the ashes
Of generations sifting
Below your feet
Stepping over centuries
Of failure that have all
Come down to this
Serving an immediate purpose
With an everlasting effect
Mother, this is a sign
Of our gratitude
Ripping the umbilical in
Half before conception
Your eulogy spilling
From our cracked lips
We are your sons and daughters
We rake open your chest and
Watch the heart come to stillness