Said, ' you're gonna' have a choice ' I pointed it at the sun Grandfather's face embodied disappointment Blood stains seeped through a yellow fur coat Held her warm body inside my cold hands Hearing long winded songs she had once sung Looking down at the dirt that had been dug Put her in the the hole, looked up at that sun Pointed that hurt at myself and hung... My head low/ Nothing is set in stone Written on that headstone These empty hands stay closed When it's time to let go Living underneath those bones Hang my head low Nothing is set in stone Written on that headstone Looking back at that dusty road When it's time to let go Watch the scenery unfold Scanned the forest trying to put a wing to the song Feel like a feather on the breathe of God Stretched out limb to limb sky opened up above Frozen water that I'm treading on Navigated rooms of a thick skull Digging deep through the ruins with a pitchfork And when I finally came too, I was in for it Stomach and knees in knot Time to put the keys in the lock Not leaving 'till I can see clean through the fog I've been here before, this is merely survival On the hunt for, unforgotten dreams that were lost I am the target on hunt for the weapon Distorted thinking from wishful to dismal Washed clean Swelling in the backbone Ooooooo Heavy heart, headed back home Ooooooo Blue spark in a black hole Ooooooo Keys in the lock Starving for that daylight Nothing is set in stone Diggin' my own grave sight Looking back at the past I know As it slowly fades right Living underneath those bones Snake can't see when it's shedding skin That just means that he's ready to strike A tall entity, like a small enemy Sees it's all everything Means that I'm setting my sights Upon anything Surrounded in a botanical garden with anacondas pirañas All sorts of immortal monsters to conquer The blue water is rising higher The harder I try keep my level head above it I cut a double edge sword out Watch authority crumble into puddles of celestial How I cope with the changes in the whether, its inevitable Blood in the snow Standing alone in the cold, clutching a stone Something I want I hang my... Written on that headstone These empty hands stay closed When it's time to let go Living underneath those bones Hang my head low Nothing is set in stone Written on that headstone Looking back at that dusty road When its time to let go Watch the scenery unfold Do you know where you are? Look at the fire Look at the star Do you know who we are? Look at the fire Look at the star