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A Gift to Afterthought - Lyrics

Here and now it ends

We don't remember the first crack
But we will all recall the flood
There go the edges son, but just you wait
I never thought that we would go this way

We stand at the edge and watch the whole world crash around our feet

This is more than each of us
This will be the end of us now, I swear it

Believe me

Just one word
And welcome home was all we heard
Through bars we built ourselves
They'd already won
Just one word
And welcome home the empty herd
She always said "I won't believe it -
You've found your voice, now let me hear it!"

We left the tyrant, now undone
Drowning at his river's end
We turned our feet to run
The words had called us, son
We knew the world could end by just one

Just one word
And welcome home was all we heard
Through bars we built ourselves
They'd already won
Just one word
We should have known
The empty herd
She always said that we would soon forget
But there's one word left in the box yet

As stone turns to dust around us
This gift to afterthought brings her own weaknesses
Opening the prison door comes as no consolation to us standing here at the end

There go the edges, son

We stand at the edge and watch the whole world crash around our feet

This is more than each of us
This will be the end of us now, I swear it

Believe me

Just one word
And welcome home was all we heard
Through bars we built ourselves
They'd already won
Just one word
And welcome home the empty herd
She always said "I won't believe it -
You've found your voice, now let me hear it!"

Hope

When the world is quiet, just a whisper breaks your rest

An unfamiliar sun brings a brief and welcome blindness. For some, the first taste of warmth in the longest time. For Acamar... bathing in the light brought memories of many years before.

60 years... was it 70? In the dark, the days would bleed together. Blunted nails carved his own epitaph generations earlier...

Writer(s): Samuel Vallen, James Grey

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