The Lazarus Cord Songtext

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Wading gapers lash & mow
And in flicking pitch
They call from the bottom
Restless arms
Stretching out
Blindly bat at the scent of the surface Where a nodding forest draws
Sweet airs from the sky
To weep down upon them
Beneath the crust
Skin like chalk
Features eroded & cracked hulls breaking-up

A sigh
That flies straight like an arrow
To bury itself beyond these halls of mould Reprieve
Rise a bolt from the strong will
Another clambers onto
The Lazarus Cord

A line like dried skin, pearl & taught
Hangs through the barbs and lips of the shadow
Pressed by wide
Thirsty eyes
Wet with failure and wild with devotion
At its base a brawl of souls
Scrambled structures, flapping and broken
Fallen high
From the cord
Dashed apart on the shards of their fathers
Alone upon that ivory line
A figure climbs the rope
From the rotten heap
Back to life
Out of death
Watched by ancient, toothless and open mouths
Bawling out their crimes to the shadow
Elemental, hoarse and forgotten
Beneath the crust
Skin like chalk
Features eroded and cracked hulls breaking-up
A sigh...

And the rope reclaims a soul
To its weave of sinews
Enervating, the dust on their dry fingers
In a slow-formed intimated cascade
Curling smokres step across and, embracing,
Like hunting nerves they scavenge for reason
On the Lazarus Cord

And the rope reclaims a soul
To its weave of sinews
Blind husks cling to the cord
Leveled, their gaze at the
Roots and the damp soil,
Lined soft with light gossamer
Beheld from the catacomb
By piercing black diamonds
A glazed and gelid ether
As waters over
Waxen features
Their eyes a glass
In granite seizure
But it's all that matters
It's all that matters now
On the Lazarus Cord