Chorumatica

Far below the grass root
Here beneath the stone floor,
Flames burn in a way
That can’t be ignored.
From these eyes where tears once fell
Comes a look of an empty self,
But where there’s a place to fall
There’s also a place to dwell.

Stones in my feet I can’t break free,
A stain in my heart I don’t have to keep.
I fear that this life may end again
But this time around I don’t have to pretend.

    Here it comes again:
    A stone cold cross on the hill top
    Got my nails but I don’t understand.

From this cross I bear a pain in my chest
But I have not the strength to circumvent.

Inside this broken mind
The wound has been ripped open again,
Blood has dripped from my hands
And I fear this day may never end.
Love was something I found
Something to wrap my arms around,
But nothing could hide the hole in my soul
As I fall right through the ground.

Stones in my feet I can’t break free,
A stain in my heart I don’t have to keep.
I fear that this life may end again
But this time around I don’t have to pretend.

(Two planks of wood for thyself,
No reflection for an empty shell.)

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Chorumatica was heavily inspired/influenced by Shihad's 'Stations'.

• www.youtube.com/watch?v=S32Yv_jwMdw
  

To be honest, I'm basically ripping the whole song off but adding my own time-signature and harmony variations to it...