Burning Benediction
Black asphalt stretching into the grey No signs,
no lights, just the engine's decay
Dust on the glass like a frozen display (hiss)
Something is waiting just miles away
It breathes in the static
It dials the air
We're driving to nowhere But we are already there
Burn
the altar, clear
the slate (ahhh) We
are dancing at the gate!
Turn the ruins to
a shrine
Let the shadows intertwine!
Rust on the chapel,
the organ is cold
A terrible beauty beginning to unfold (hah)
No one is buying the grace we were sold
Only the wind...
Then we burn...
Burn
the altar, clear
the slate (ahhh) We
are dancing at the gate!
Turn the ruins to
a shrine
Let the shadows intertwine!
We are burning toward redemption
(holy, holy)