Towing Jehovah Converge

Well worn wings crumble too tired to forgive
And too battered to ever forget
I am the labor
I am this

I hang as your beloved hex
I'll bring the nails and fevers of bad dreams
Nail him
Burden her
Kill you
Bury them
It's all the same

Holding your rope
Try to forget me now
Great leveller the sky tries to forget my name
On days like this