One Day This'll All Be Fields

There are not but ghosts behind this endless canopy
And they all hold small comfort for deserters such as we

You have failed us in memories, your recollections all are lies
You've been such a disappointment from the moment that we died

And we will descend from the sky
And we will bury you alive

You are not the men you thought you were, never knowing your own minds
Still there are oh, so many ways to bleed the truth out of a lie
And we will descend from the sky
And we will bury you alive