Not One Is Upright - Axes And Owl Eyes lyrics

rate me

Aspiring

The chimney sweeps

Step after staggering step

Struggles the enfeebled son

Ascending the blackening spires of towers

Charcoal stains under his fingernails

Could be a claw for the flesh stretched upon it

Eyes gaze dead bent

On death bent sons

Brief as wind, the sons go every which way

With no place

We can finally breathe