Lay

me

deep

in

the

moun-

tain.

Fro-

zen

limbs

col-

lapse

as

they

climb

the

im-

pos-

si-

ble

ho-

ri-

zon.

My

will

is

bro-

ken.

My

eyes

have

seen

what

they've

al-

ways

known.

E-

very

man

has

a

sha-

dow

be-

hind

him.

E-

very

soul.

E-

very

soul

has

a

price

in

gold.

Out

of

breath,

we've

stripped

the

lungs

of

its

ves-

sels

and

its

ar-

te-

ries.

And

now,

we

drown

in

death.

Numb

to

the

pain

of

our

man

made

blas-

phe-

my.

We're

the

ghosts

in

the

ri-

vers,

so

a-

shamed

of

our

own

re-

flec-

tions.

And

the

de-

mons

stare

back

with

eyes

as

mir-

rors.

In

a

gaze

fo-

re-

ver

fixed

in

our

di-

rec-

tion.

Fi-

re

and

vine.

Hu-

man

and

ser-

pent

en-

twined.

Force

down

the

hand

of

foul

will,

as

the

world

grows

all

the

things

it

can

kill.

Lay

men

deep

in

the

wa-

ters.

Sun-

ken

limbs

col-

lapse

as

they

try

to

reach

for

the

shore-

line.

Souls

left

to

wade

and

wal-

low.

Cries

of

sor-

row

call

my

name.

Ah!

My

will

is

bro-

ken.

My

eys

have

seen

what

they've

al-

ways

known.

E-

very

man

has

a

sha-

dow

be-

hind

him.

E-

very

soul

has

a

price

in

gold.

We're

the

ghosts

in

the

ri-

ver.

So

a-

shamed

of

our

own

re-

flec-

tions.

And

the

de-

mons

stare

back

with

eyes

as

mir-

ros.

In

a

gaze

fo-

re-

ver

fixed

in

our

di-

rec-

tion.

Fi-

re

and

vine.

Hu-

man

and

ser-

pent

en-

twined.

Force

down

the

hand

of

foul

will,

as

the

world

grows

all

the

things

it

can

kill.