Acacia Crown Lyrics

Awake to the sound of a deafening cadence
Only heard by the mute
Only heard by the paralyzed arms
Who here will help the widow's son
He's at it again
Unheard rings of pitch that circumvent who's looking in
Taken back by the stench there's someone here
Hygroscopic doll eyes exchange in glance
Who here will help the widow's son
He's at it again
The traces that you left
Acacia crowns my head
An ancient syringe inoculates my death
The traces that you left
Acacia crowns my head
Can you reach the bottom
Hook line and sinker
With this ring I thee wed
A fugue of reticent plagues
Done by these idle hands
The blackest smoke
The pope is dead
And how heavy the head who wears the crown
The world is his
You belong to the flotsam
I found my way to acacia
Just along this dim lit path
Lies decrepit replicas
Of an extant past