Behind Your Breath

Up up

And behind your breath

Up up up

Up up

And behind behind

He up

Up and behind your breath

His face takes it's place

Behind whats left

You wait for it

It will not come

These things are hidden

In the rest of the son

Flatter yourself not

All your noise come to naught

Endless ending endless

Collection of plagues

Brought down on the median ground

Up up

and behind your breath

Up up up

scorch the earth

ruined lives entire

of all the architects grand

this ones the liar

but my king

my king

shows his hands

Up up

and behind your breath

Up up up

a golden rod

to measure the city

the city, it's gates, it's walls

every breath here a call to prayer

we as we as

children there