Salvage

When the liquids of wit Solidify into cement We carry the remains To a shrouded location Outside has dried Soil has spoiled Clouds have cried The sun has boiled There is limit to your words Elements of feeble design Leave the believers For the decay inspires desire SALVAGE SALVAGE To digest these remains Upon the grains we crop Without interruption A warrior is created In this cesspool of burden Redivivus our purpose SALVAGE SALVAGE I was born once before Immediately after I died There's only grief and guilt Draining the will to live Quenching for death All senses are rendered Clenching to death All senses are rendered