Texty: Killing Tree (The). Bury Me At Make-Out Creek. The Bronze.

Strip me of my identity, then chain me to your burning lake
Take me to my breaking point and I will fight again
Ankle deep in broken bones, I harness this unrest within
In the moments when you least expect it, I will fight again

Face down (in the ashes of tomorrow)
Writing (under a distant moon)
Choking (On the thoughts of living
Forget about me

With no place to lie but your fucking grave
One more against you all
One more against the bronze

Save yourself!

Not even for a second
The righteous ones are brought to their knees
brought to their demise
Which side are you on?
Roads turn into water now turning into sky
They go on forever with no home
I'm not afraid of you
It's too late for me.
Save yourself