Look at the ruins
This dust this bone
It's dead in here
A hollow home
Look at the ruins
This relic this trash
There's an echo in here
An empty thrash
Join me in a eulogy for the desolate things
Sing glory and elegy for the death of kings
We can make mythology of what dying brings
Refuse our biology and escape with wings
Look at the ruins
My greatest work
I ruin the best things
In the mire and murk
Look at the ruins
This body this all
I'm ruined
I'm ruined
Join me in a eulogy for the desolate things
Sing glory and elegy for arrows and slings
We can make mythology of how the emptiness sings
Refuse our biology and cut the strings
Too late to save it
This ruin this wreck
Just time to see it
This ash this death
Look at the ruins
Look at the ruins
Look at the ruins
Look at the ruins