Behind Your Breath

Up, up and behind your breath
Up, up, up
Up, up and behind

He up, up and behind your breath
His face takes it's place behind what's left
You wait for it but It will not come
These things are hidden in the rest of the son

Flatter yourself not
All your noise come to naught
Endless ending, endless collection of plagues
Brought down on the median ground

Up, up and behind your breath
Up, up, up

Scorch the earth, scorch the earth
Ruined lives entire
Of all the architects grand this ones the liar
But my king, my king shows his hands

Up, up and behind your breath
Up, up, up
Up, up and behind your breath
Up, up, up

A golden rod to measure the city
The city, it's gates, it's walls
Every breath here a call to prayer
And we as, we as children there