Testo Centralia

I offer myself to you
I am a broken thing
A cardinal with severed wings

A dim morning to hide my face
Though I am a sunderer
Guised in maternal grace
Heir to a crippled crown
My little elysium
God how ive let you down

Let me fall
through the ground
where you fell
back to you

We burn like centralia
Lost in the ash below
Hoping to find a home
So far may you run from me
Cities with living leaves
a fire to fear beneath
Let me fall
Through the ground
Where you fell
Back to you
Back to you