The Red Trail - Cave In

Planets of old

This place will suffer dimensions

Branches that wave

Red murky reflections

It’s at the tip of my tongue

Whispers from a shallow grave

Bleed in the dirt

The trail soaks

Arrows of light

Tracking the dream

Arrows of light

Tracking the dream

Blood has been sewn

The trials of wander in us

We fight again

Waiting on 11:11

Arrows of light

Tracking the dream

We should not have come here

They’ll turn us to ghosts

Strung up the tree line

Our dead bodies afloat