Among the Ashes - Birds In Row

Fill up the masses and leave us alone

Among these ashes

There ain’t no place to grow

We’re called the lone kids

Of our broken throats

Tired of yelling

We’ve got no place to fall

And I admit I am nothing

But the opposite of your decisions

Building myself on the anti-pattern of the golden wounds

Fill up the masses and leave us alone

Among these ashes

There ain’t no place to grow

We’re called the lone kids

Of our broken throats

Tired of yelling

We’ve got no place to fall

Among these ashes turned up by crows

We are staring at the surface

Hoping for welcoming hands to cut through this dark sea

But carry your burdens

No arms will get open if you’re not a new martyr

But carry your burdens

No arms will get open if you’re not a new martyr