Spiraling

Come down and try to get saved by the end of the light I fear clouds of illusion are choking your life With a religion - that burns the helpless Head too small for the crown Here’s your fire in the clouds - it’s about to come down How many times can we stare out over the edge? And how many nights can we sing empty prayers to our dead? Keeping time in the slight, And the ones who were once at your side steal your breath in the night There is blood on the leaves, hanging down from the trees And we’re straining to breathe but we’re spiraling out Desperate airs on the days when the barriers fail They are under the thumb, still blind to the one on the scale Where the air grows thin And still we debate here that nature is drawing them in Cannot shake this faith so deep They’re betraying those penitent sheep Tune the crisis out, can’t you see we are spiraling down?