The Last Raven

Lyrics for The Last Raven

Sinews tangled into rebar barbed A double cross twisted into bitter knot The dull ache resumes but it feels like a fresh wound Scabs peeled back, with hydraulic steps Ark of ravens, all lone survivors Alone in a world so muted now Take in the slack 'till pre-travel ends The blast wash a breeze of fresh poison air No separate ways Only good byes Trading spite limb by limb A heat map carved with every death The cowling draped in a ragged step Whittling your heart down to dust Loose ends tied with trip wires A neat bow on your grave Look down into the hollow return Stabbing relentlessly...