Rev 16:8 Ashlands
I belong nowhere and to no one but this
Come to me, my cold escape, my everlasting
A work towards a past so near
Where ties are torn and time is the enemy
I've torn off the heads of clinging ailments
I've forced away all signs of illness
I build the ruins of your tomorrow
Icon of stone in the face of agony
Sorrow's source follows a scent of misery
Angst cloud's cut sweeps down and plows my path
At last the tides have come...
Release the mighty floods
Let them all wash over me
See beyond my sins through their eyes
Let them be drawn and undone
Heckled, ridiculed, detested, abused
Cursed, isolated, tormented, possessed
Before's embodied and now is dead
At my side it always stands
The key companion for one vicinity
Truth's vision is always too clear
Chained, sentenced, punished, banished
Released, consumed, enlightened, crowned
Without heart, without soul, we walk
Road of ash is paved for me forever
For forever is mine and mine to travel
