Lyrics

Risen, Thine
Shape of night
Where, where were you
We were just hanging around

Must be nice
Not much concern
You will learn
We were just hanging around

Fear
No asylum
No finger to point to
Or paper to right on

Vices, bestowed
From squalor to column
A Mantra rings from the crown

Aren't you listening?
Screams from a burgundy sky
The pain from below

God save us
It's too late now
The broken, the fallen apart, the unwanted
Heavy's the head under the crown

These pieces of me
Broken halo
How low?
How Long?