Earth Is Unmade Songtext
von Waxlimbs

Carry me on through the green
To graves with stones that tend to lean.
The corals you wear in your crown,
Pieces of shells in white and brown.


Carry me through to the end
Of the row where I will rest
Until the earth is unmade.

Bury me under your feet,
Let me dream of claws and teeth.
Descending through lairs of silt and stone;
You lay me down into my bones.