Ashtray Floors
Bowed your head, but you question why
God is silent when goodness dies
The years grown by the pain and horror
Collecting tears upon ashtray floors

Don't you bury all your shadows in the kingdom come
They don't vary, tunes don't carry your rising sun
Don't you bury all your shadows in the kingdom come
They don't vary, tunes don't carry your rising sun

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You have stones that are are in your throat
Flung at those that you love the most
Is this the way that war atones
When hell has crawled right in your bones?

Don't you bury all your shadows in the kingdom come
They don't vary, tunes don't carry your rising sun
Don't you bury all your shadows in the kingdom come
They don't vary, tunes don't carry your rising sun
[interlude]

Don't you bury all your shadows in the kingdom come
They don't vary, tunes don't carry your rising sun, oh
Don't you bury all your shadows in the kingdom come
They don't vary, tunes don't carry your rising sun, oh

So grab your noose and hang it on the tree
And sing and play and sing his elegies
And as it tangles, he'll call out to you
Wave your banner, wave it through and through you

Hum the strum of your fallen flame
The sky's the resource for this paradise
The crammed old bones you breath when you drift asleep
Make a piece of your story's rhythms

Hums of vice, your sacrifice of the world