Bazookatooth - Red Soil Lyrics

So many the same
So many without purpose
Who am I but an
Animated carcass
Instrument of
Infinite control
Inherit the
Throne of the soul

Searching for flowers
That once grew
Sifting through soil
And decaying roots
Wrong place at the
Wrong time
Hands shake at gunpoint
An uneasy truce

My limbs sink into the earth
Hands unfurl
Nails gather filth
A field of bones
I begin to wilt
Return to self
A cold winter's dearth

Instrument of infinite control
Inherit the throne of the soul

Return to red soil
Release from turmoil
Return to red soil
Release from turmoil

A vessel for my thoughts
And towering hubris
Accepting endless loss
Remaining useless

Return to red soil
Release from turmoil