Heretoir - Wastelands Lyrics

Cutting the water under our feetA suicidal urgeForcing our way to perfectionUntil all decays in the greyA heavy wing lifts no moreA tired body no longer soarsThese wounds of woeHow could we know?Clear cut tracts of landWe're in an endless comaLower your eyesAnd hold your breathCan you feel the ashesFalling through thin air?This is not what we've hoped for -But we knew it allLower your eyesAnd hold your breathCan you feel the ashesFalling through thin air?This is not what we've hoped for -But we knew it allWe knew it allWe knew it allWe knew it all