Church of the Wildwood Lyrics

And it was because of me

The devil died last night and it was because of me

The devil died last night and it was because of me

The devil died last night and it was because of me

I'm no stranger to the prison

That we can create in our minds

My soul cast to a body

With the same iron on all of our lives

The devil and god used to fight in my brain all the time

Now the silence be kinda nice

I saw her standing on the otherside of yesterday with

Two handguns and a look on her face

Mother nature pulled the trigger

And blew away the human race

And all that remained

Were left to tell the tale in case

The winter ripped back her veil

To show the dead bride of autumns leaves

Spring cried on her knees

The devil died last night

And it was becaause of me

Summer bless the seed

Like I said before

I'm no stranger to the prison

That we can create in our minds

My soul cast to a body

With the same iron as the chains

On all of our lives

The devil and god used to fight in my brain all the time

Now the silence be kinda nice

I saw her standing on the otherside of yesterday with

Two shotguns and a look on her face

Mother nature pulled the trigger

And blew away the human race

My body said no but my brain said yes

While my heart remains undecided

About that quest

Let them dead leaves drop

Nature will soilwork the rest

Footprints in the snow

Pigeons on a powerline

Instead of growing new limbs

Amputate the idea of sin

And let the divine align

Arrested authority on a whimsical fringe

Magic can be found if you know where it exists

We are all but a fading light

Staring at them stars remembering that we used to be on fire

Who stole your fire

Was it torn by war torn gods

Preaching scorn

For your hateful identity

For your heart I mourn

But not anymore

Not anymore

Not anymore

Not anymore

Ay

Sitting at the table with that world's worst horrors

Breaking grains

Crumbs fumble

And the feeble gluttons let it get up unto they brains

Where's your morality compass today

Like a jesus painting hanging

Above every dinner table

Gas mask up over my face

Cause they serving holocaust on a plate

Breaking grains with the world's worst horrors

Crumbs fumble

And the feeble gluttons let it get up unto they brains

Running my fingers over intricate textures

The world could never handle