the insect life

good evening grave walker
i thought that we would make it to the end
instead we just gathered up the bones of the bodies once lost
as we get close to the other side i feel the winter get as warm as the summers night
ive fallen so far deep in a hole dug up for the river to run dry
believe me when i say that this world is truly made of clay
that it can fall apart with just the strength of the rain alone
this has made me feel alive for all this time
no more armor for the dead, their battles have strung out
we are counting numbers in the eyes of the sheep
where are the wolves? stand up and stand quietly still
pass down all of the real things
these wolves have taken apart every limb that they have come across with
no more nonsense of this
ill be the greatest silenced man you can ever live with
but ill stand up stronger with these bones
help me arise the dead with this sword
this world needs to know
that it doesnt revolve around most of them
and that half of the dead have taken over most of these lands
you call this murder, i call this expansion
knocking down doors with tulips and shells just for the compassion.