Ghosts In The River - Fit For An Autopsy

Lay me deep in the mountain

Frozen limbs collapse as they climb

The impossible horizon

My will is broken

My eyes have seen what they’ve always known

Every man has a shadow behind him

Every soul

Every soul has a price in gold

Out of breath

We’ve stripped the lungs of its vessels and it’s arteries

And now we drown in death

Numb to the pain of our man made blasphemy

We’re the ghost in the rivers

So ashamed of our own reflection

And the demons stare back with eyes as mirrors

In a gaze forever fixed in our direction

Fire and vine

Human and serpent entwined

Force down the hand of foul will

As the world grows all the things it can kill

Lay me deep in the waters

Sunken limbs collapse as they try

To reach for the shoreline

Souls to left wade and wallow

Cries of sorrow call my name

My will is broken

My eyes have seen what they’ve always known

Every man has a shadow behind him

Every soul has a price in gold

We’re the ghost in the rivers

So ashamed of our own reflection

And the demons stare back with eyes as mirrors

In a gaze forever fixed in our direction

Fire and vine

Human and serpent entwined

Force down the hand of foul will

As the world grows all the things it can kill