Old Ash - Maps & Atlases

In the beginning of the old ash

That helmet night of many openings

You wore your sharpened pistol mask

I don’t know why you wore that useless thing

I didn’t know you let them call you that

The crudest terms are all encompassing

But I know why you didn’t fight back

We’re both afraid of public things

We’re both afraid of public things

We’re both afraid of public things

Just because all the rocks are overturned

And the worms are all baking

Doesn’t mean all the animals are gone

There’s a new breed in the making

Just because all the rocks are overturned

And the worms are all baking

Doesn’t mean all the animals are gone

There’s a new breed in the making

In the beginning of the old ash

That helmet night of many openings

You wore your sharpened pistol mask

I don’t know why you wore that useless thing

I didn’t know you let them call you that

The crudest terms are all encompassing

But I know why you didn’t fight back

We’re both afraid of public things

We’re both afraid of public things

We’re both afraid of public things

Just because all the rocks are overturned

And the worms are all baking

Doesn’t mean all the animals are gone

There’s a new breed in the making

Just because all the rocks are overturned

And the worms are all baking

Doesn’t mean all the animals are gone

There’s a new breed in the making