Wounded King

from by Every Atlas



Oh, how far would you go?
Break your flesh on the stones,
these blistered hands
I'd begged and I'd plead
just to be free, blessed and sad
A crown once you had known,
now the remnants are ghosts
haunting my eyes

Oh Great Forgotten King!
What does it mean to me?
You speak for everything
Great Beyond, Greatening Divide

And Oh Great Begotten King!
Sits at his thrown
Deliver his scepter upon us
the growing unknown

And oh, where have you gone?
Are you lost in the fog,
desperate for air?
And I see all I see,
but it's moments from me
just at a grasp
Crawl out of the dark
where we drew on the walls
painted our cave
And hope, it hides in the sand
the beginning of Man
made out of clay

Oh Great Forgotten King!
What does it mean to be?
Bleeding and needing I nodded off,
waving goodbye
And Oh Great Abysmal King!
Sits all alone
his city and suitors are all gone, a trembling bone
Oh Grand Forgotten King!
I'm still alive!
Do you remember me?
Do you or don't you decide?
Oh Great Begotten King!
Wisdom you're whispering
waterfalls off of my tongue and my ears and my eyes

My eyes love, my eyes


from Every Atlas, released March 8, 2015



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