Towing Jehovah - Converge

Well worn wings crumble too tired to forgive

And too battered to ever forget

I am the labor

I am this

I hang as your beloved hex

I’ll bring the nails and fevers of bad dreams

Nail him

Burden her

Kill you

Bury them

It’s all the same

Holding your rope

Try to forget me now

Great leveller the sky tries to forget my name

On days like this