Inherit:Decay - Delineate

This home is not a home

Our pulse is getting cold

We don’t recognize this place anymore

And it’s all we’ve ever known

Slowly sinking

We’re watching our world

Crumble around us

Praying that we don’t

End up hanging on the wall

They’ll cut out our eyes

If we don’t open them up to see

They’re burning it all down

Salting the earth to call it holy ground

Can you hear me?

I’m calling for help

I know that it’s wasted breath

But I can’t stop

Can you hear me?

I’m echoing the cries

Of all the ones you buried alive

Blessed are the meek

They will inherit the earth

I can’t help thinking everything we’re left with

Is dusty and decaying;

Forever meant to choke us to death

Help

I know that it’s wasted breath

But I can’t stop

Can you hear me?

I’m echoing the cries

Of all the ones you buried alive

I know that it’s wasted breath

But I can’t stop

Can you hear me?

I’m echoing the cries

Of all the ones you buried alive

But you’re running out of light

But you’re still wasting time