Forged By Neron - Mastodon

All beneath the foot of man abed of oil and bone

A stampede where I may roam

As we swallow into earth’s mouth of muck and mire

I rescue me from myself

Anywhere but here

Anyplace with a pale blue sky

Anywhere but here

All the signs tell me to fly

Come to reason where the land is dry and bones decay

A new guidance will be found

And you’ll see the message in the tar of all I said

Reckless spirit lead the way

Anywhere but here

Anyplace with a pale blue sky

Anywhere but here

All the signs tell me to fly

Save your weak and dying

Save your own

Save your weak and dying

Bring them home