LYRIC

Death from an ancient godless curse
Fire and brimstone from the sky
The boatman waits for his passengers
It’s my Burden of Ubiquitous Scars
Soldiers swallowed by and angry sea
A glimpse of a smile on the boatman’s face
Behind the veil of the overwhelming facade
The waters will not be contained

Cascading incisions, carving the soil of familiarity,
digging a grave for weathered perception
The lesser waters traveled flow deliberately, offering
perpetual exodus, never looking back to the walking
skeletal remains
The Burden of Ubiquitous Scars
Behind the veil of this facade
You put me here I took you there
What was then is not right now
It’s my burden

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