Firstwake Lyrics & Chords By Silent Planet

You'd be choking on your flame, my Son without a name
Made king of all the wastes
And forever will swallow us alive, we'll be abstracted from time
We can let the tides wash over

This is the epilogue to the introduction
Lost in the sound
Hold tight all your systematic theories
That help you to sleep at night
But remember that there could be no sufficient certitudes in hell

Father, forgive them for they know not what they do
Mother, receive me because I'm coming home to you
Does this cup run dry?

Look at what we've done again
We wage war in the name of love
Using gold to fill the holes in your hands

Caught in the paradox; juxtaposed between bifurcated black and white
And my propensity to fail you
Caught in the cyclical narrative of violence
That invokes your name to justify genocide
They'll take everything

We traded water for salt
Something whole for something equally as broken as us
Now dying of thirst we'll write this out in blood
And shut you in a stone cold time where the air rots out
Leaving us alone
We chose to be alone
I was given to cup to quench parched
tongues
But I became drunk and lust lynched my lungs

Father, forgive them
For they know not what they do
Mother, receive me, because I'm coming home to you
Does this cup run dry?
For they know not what they do