For What It's Worth - Echoes

Time passes this quintessence of dust

And I’d sit for days and not make a sound

I ask myself, who am I?

And if I am found

Embodied and buried

Dig me out

And pry away filth

Who am I?

I find myself from above

Searching, I’m desperate

Searching, I’m so desperate

Who am I?

I find myself from above

Searching, I’m desperate

Searching, I’m so desperate

People, strangers inside

And if I’m gone they’ll call my body home

Call my body home

A war within

All they fought about fell

And crumbled into hell

What’s left is light and pure

What’s left is light and pure

I’ll take arms against the sea of trouble

I’ll pry the filth

Embodied and buried

I’m desperate

I will take arms

Pry the filth away

Embodied and buried

I am desperate

I am my father’s son