From the recording Bones
Lyrics
Black dust on our tongues
Concrete split like bone
We walked through the carcass of the world
With only breath
And the scrape of metal
Dragging behind us
The old home died
The sky went iron grey
We learned to whisper
So the dead machines
Would stay asleep
After the fall
We gather in circles of ash
Hands on the soil
Drums made of rust
No more empires
No more solitary hunger
Only the tribe
Only the pulse
Only the basics we kept burning
When the world went dark
Bonecraft and survival
We stitched shelter from ruins
Hammered hope from scrap
Maps dissolved into myth
Rivers tore new paths
And the wind became
The only law we trusted
Children learned the rhythm
Of scarcity and fire
And the elders taught us
How to hear the earth again
Iron on skin
Smoke in our lungs
We rose from the wreckage
Like a choir of gears
The world was broken
But we were not
We shaped the dark
Until it carried our name
After the fall
We built our tribes from embers
Shared the little we had
And called it life
No more kingdoms
No more fractured silence
Only the tribe
Only the pulse
Only the world
Beginning again
The little we had
The little we had
The little we had
The little we had
The little we had
And called it life
No more kingdoms
No more fractured silence
Only the tribe
Only the pulse
Only the world
Beginning again
From the bones of the end