Lyrics: Joshua Ross Kaufman/Justin Isaac Rubenstein
Music: Joshua Ross Kaufman/Justin Isaac Rubenstein
Dead trees
Opened up for me
Teeming with all these growling thieves
Noshing and scratching
Over your rottened rings
Dead leaves
Make a bed for me
Tonight, where I may fall asleep
Dreaming of morning
When I shall mourn for thee
Judge me not for what I've become
There's nothing more left to be done
All that remains is alone, dead and gone
Heavy sighs the rusted breeze
Dragging over sunken heat
Roses once blood bloomed
Wither in ashen hills
Buried
All these flesh and dreams
No more fighting knight with their kit
Slack and receding
Cold as the earth where they see
Judge me not, my jury of bones
Glaring from eyes as gray as stone
Justice in blood
Seems from heart-rotten throne
Judge me not for what I've become
There's nothing more left to be done
All that remains is alone, dead and gone