Son - The Dear Hunter

We lay aligned, and move to disguise

With a soul below, only the eyes above

Slowly and silently slip away

Sleep now in the soil, the dust in the debris

A stolen smoke ascends, leaving the shell to atrophy

Meet with the earth, as the sober spirit sings

Leave, leave it behind, this truth is harming you

Leave, leave it behind, set out and start anew

Your life hereafter will cure all your troubles and recast a history

Turn and walk away…