Foregone Pt. 1

Find a way to bring me home Darkness is washing over the sky When all the trees have burned down Where does the crow fly? Take this as an offering Empty promises are dead All the rage and pain is gone Soon all the rivers run red All that matters is gone There is nowhere else to go No place for us to hide Nothing above and nothing below And the world has closed its eyes Mother time draws her final breath The innocent washed away The condemned, the dance of death It was easy to hide in the crowd We acted numb to the warnings ahead With everything that’s rotten Even the marching ants have fled