Lurchers

Your voice is a thunderstorm
Give me a volcano for a heart
I was raptured out of the exodus of broken men
I will be an awful weapon in your hands
Refiner make me, make me gold, pure as glass
I am found in places I don't want to be
Oh my God it’s all the same
Erase my name
I'm changing my face
The truest of colors just bring me to shame
Oh you can turn these kings around, lay them down
They end with my heels snapping their necks
I am coming clean
May spirit drain flesh just like glass grates on skin
My shadow withers likе a corpse as I run towards the sun
I'll nevеr stop. I will never ever stop
He makes me gold, pure as glass
Stop. I’ll never stop
We won't stop
Until our bones break and our hearts just stop
We won't stop
Until our bodies warm the ground
And the night is called by the howling of these dogs
Lurchers
We're becoming, we're becoming lurchers
Oh turn these kings around, lay them down
They end