Christopher Paul Stelling - Labor Against Waste Burial Shroud

Lyrics

- wind unknown in a room untouched, both as clean as river stones - a darkened throne in a hollow womb, both left baron and un-sewn - so of crowns and so of wings, both as brittle as tiny bones - as thin as ghosts whose shadows pass through abandoned ancient homes - won’t you wrap me in my burial shroud - fire spins in outstretched hands, palms turned skyward holding light - dumbfounded looks on strangers faces let us know we done it right - but trouble seems to always know where to find us as we rest - we pay forth in adorations and we know we too are blessed - so wrap me in my burial should - let the silence melt these wounds and seal my eyes shut tight - and these prayers fly straight as arrows through hell and blackest night - in a hopeless place we fell in love, there’s no escaping what we’ve become - stillness trembles at the mention of the total of the sum - when them horseman come across the hillside we will greet them standing tall - what more to do when faced with that which gallops over where we soon fall - so wrap me in my burial shroud - let the silence melt these wounds and seal my eyes shut tight and these prayers fly straight as arrows through hell and blackest night - lift these burdens from my heart, lay me down with those i love - to the waters of forgiveness melt these memories washed rid of. -