A Eulogy on the Lips of the Dead Lyrics

Playing god
and pointing fingers
in every direction
but our own is a beautiful way to live.
Creating heavens out of ashes and reaching
towards the sky with every pedestal possible.
We've taken two steps out of a thousand.
One small step towards understanding,
and one giant leap towards murder.
Look up at the sky and the wrists we've slit.
Sucking the blood
straight from the veins.
Take a deep breath and make excuses
for why it burns your lungs.
These skylines stand like cemeteries
with headstones for us all.
This has risen from bare ground,
everything we fabricate and call beauty.
This is beauty with a gun in its mouth.
This is not what was intended.
Imagine walking in open fields
with the ashes of generations
sifting below your feet.
Stepping over centuries of failure
that have all come down to this.
Serving an immediate purpose
with an everlasting effect.
Mother, this is a sign of our gratitude.
Ripping the umbilical in half before conception.
Your eulogy spilling from our cracked lips.
We are your sons and daughters.
We rake open your chest and
watch the heart come to stillness.