The critters

i know you're sickly

well i'm not the cure

but i know where to find it

for you, but not for me

i'll bleed unnecessarily

across the rugged floor

i know the best thing that i've ever seen

i was carefully counting

the breaths in between

i can't say i was right

but i know i'm not wrong

when i dig myself into

the withering ground

i remember that morning - i watched as you died

and i felt the conviction

the grass starts to die

and i ran by the red light

the engine would scream

like it knew what it meant

what was there had been seen

so i flooded that engine down high-75

past a hundred, felt nothing

but it coddled my eyes

as the trees started blurring

the lines became vague

so i guessed their positions

and kept it opaque

and i know now i wasn't

prepared for the loss

i was bound to my heart

contradicted by cross

on the hill i was buried

with christ by my side

we were dead but could never have

come back to life

(x2)

i accepted defeat

and the angels would sing

of the glory of god

as my ears start to ring

out the noise i had carried

down into my grave

and my name became letters

my face now decaying

the critters partake in my hollow remains,

i am carefully put back

to where i became what i was when i knew you

your name stays the same

as i'm dirt you are life

you are more than remains