You Dreamt of Me I Dreamt of a Mountain of Salt

Surrounded by places unknown.
Lit by suns that burn too dim.
The sky is blotted out by smoke.
Locusts have eaten the north star.
Home is somewhere long forgotten.
But it once was here.
There is nowhere blight can't touch.
There must be somewhere that I can breathe.
Lungs expand with burning here.
But it's all I see.
If love can be a sin.
Then may all of man be turned into a mountain of salt.
May the wounds in our hands burn as we ascend.
May the pain that we feel.
Remind us all.
Of the power that we all have.
To pull down our masters.
Pull them down by chains.
Pull those bastards down by chains.
Sin is the burden that we must bear.
The sin of those who took our love away.
I will always look back.
I will always look back.
I will always look back.
Look back.
I will look back.
Look back.
I will look back.
I am the mountain