Singing Ax
๐ต 722 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:38 duration
๐ ID: 24516724
๐ Lyrics
It's been a brutal existence
For most
This far
We were clawing in the dirt
We were dying in birth
We were grinding grain in the noon day sun
With madmen spitting bloody feathers to appease the demons
Oh
It's been a godless existence
For some
This far
We were breaking bread
In a brotherhood of men
No, I can't recall a single memory of our universal past
And I've never felt a drop of blood fall from beneath my singing ax
Oh
It's been a voiceless wilderness
For most
Of us this far
And there's no profit on the mount
Whose words won't be drowned out
By our locust fingers clicking neverending in our lapse
We traded in divine inheritance to break our pagan masks
Are there none who walk among us who remember what we had?
For most
This far
We were clawing in the dirt
We were dying in birth
We were grinding grain in the noon day sun
With madmen spitting bloody feathers to appease the demons
Oh
It's been a godless existence
For some
This far
We were breaking bread
In a brotherhood of men
No, I can't recall a single memory of our universal past
And I've never felt a drop of blood fall from beneath my singing ax
Oh
It's been a voiceless wilderness
For most
Of us this far
And there's no profit on the mount
Whose words won't be drowned out
By our locust fingers clicking neverending in our lapse
We traded in divine inheritance to break our pagan masks
Are there none who walk among us who remember what we had?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.00] It's been a brutal existence
[00:16.30] For most
[00:21.91] This far
[00:27.32] We were clawing in the dirt
[00:33.74] We were dying in birth
[00:41.09] We were grinding grain in the noon day sun
[00:50.98] With madmen spitting bloody feathers to appease the demons
[01:00.97] Oh
[01:11.15] It's been a godless existence
[01:17.50] For some
[01:23.03] This far
[01:28.44] We were breaking bread
[01:35.76] In a brotherhood of men
[01:42.19] No, I can't recall a single memory of our universal past
[01:51.18] And I've never felt a drop of blood fall from beneath my singing ax
[02:03.00] Oh
[02:12.53]
[02:28.90] It's been a voiceless wilderness
[02:34.36] For most
[02:39.74] Of us this far
[02:45.29] And there's no profit on the mount
[02:52.59] Whose words won't be drowned out
[02:59.83] By our locust fingers clicking neverending in our lapse
[03:09.80] We traded in divine inheritance to break our pagan masks
[03:19.86] Are there none who walk among us who remember what we had?
[03:30.79]
[00:16.30] For most
[00:21.91] This far
[00:27.32] We were clawing in the dirt
[00:33.74] We were dying in birth
[00:41.09] We were grinding grain in the noon day sun
[00:50.98] With madmen spitting bloody feathers to appease the demons
[01:00.97] Oh
[01:11.15] It's been a godless existence
[01:17.50] For some
[01:23.03] This far
[01:28.44] We were breaking bread
[01:35.76] In a brotherhood of men
[01:42.19] No, I can't recall a single memory of our universal past
[01:51.18] And I've never felt a drop of blood fall from beneath my singing ax
[02:03.00] Oh
[02:12.53]
[02:28.90] It's been a voiceless wilderness
[02:34.36] For most
[02:39.74] Of us this far
[02:45.29] And there's no profit on the mount
[02:52.59] Whose words won't be drowned out
[02:59.83] By our locust fingers clicking neverending in our lapse
[03:09.80] We traded in divine inheritance to break our pagan masks
[03:19.86] Are there none who walk among us who remember what we had?
[03:30.79]