Things That Never Die - Cindergarden

Warmer in the cold one more moment left to hold

Kneeling in the snow vaguest feeling where to go

Naked as the past stripped apart and built to last

Hell up to the sky these are things that never die

Frozen on the page dripping with a silent rage

Born into the night poison gift giving sight

Turning all around though the walls and through the sound

Hell up to the sky these are things that never die

Cast away to lie among the living paradigm

Broken little wing holding every hidden thing

Playing every part nailed upon a wooden heart

Hell up to the sky these are things that never die

Choices have been made sharpening into a blade

Voices rise and fall answering in line the call

All the signs are clear Severin the time is near

Hell up to the sky these are things that never die