Bloom

Smoke in our eyes We are now cursed Ash in our throat We are now cursed Choking gases Savage spectres Extinct delights Ravaged wonders The rotting wild Salted land Bloated carrion Endless dust and sand Our grief, devastates us Blind to the blood on our hands Graveyards of skeletal forests The stink of a dying land Dead woodland once our lungs Our soul, where we begun Taint of man, violent spores Infection creeps once more Smoke burns our eyes We are now cursed We'll yearn for ghosts, Ghosts of broken earth We are now cursed We are now cursed We are now cursed By the ghosts of broken earth Memories fade Beauty now gone The haunt is all we'll know From today and now from now on Our grief, devastates us Blind to the blood on our hands Graveyards of skeletal forests The stink of a dying land Our grief, devastates us Blind to the blood on our hands The grief The grief The blood on our hands Smoke burns our eyes We are now cursed We'll yearn for ghosts, Ghosts of broken earth We are the ghosts We are now cursed We are the ghosts The ghosts of broken earth

Too Late We See The truth We thought These lands fertile and free Such entitlement hateful tendrils should’ve been clear This is not who we are? This is who we've always been Too Late We See The truth We thought these lands Fertile and free Such entitlement hateful tendrils should’ve been clear Refused to see the smoke, but now there is fire They've added the fuel, we're stuck in the mire Where fear is fed, the wretched bloom, Into a hopeless canopy, Then darkness Such Darkness It may feel so anathema Blinded by our own authority Too Late We See The truth Of ourselves

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A fractured doorway, Out of place, So familiar Something tight in every face Embrace of home Something is now stale The earth in my hands Once rich, now turning pale The warmth of sanctuary Has turned cold and splintered Those bitter, scathing winds Blow a deadly winter This dirt, my roots Something ugly grows I left, I went away Has that same ugliness not be sown A hint of dissonance, Broken sounds in the night, The hint of dissonance, Shadows where there should be light Hold Your Torches Aloft These Roots Can Not Be Lost Hold Your Torches Aloft