Desertshore by Garden of Worm Lyrics

We gaze through past
Mourning for the times to come
Wind blows from the desert
Eyes are bleeding from the dust
Rays from the setting Sun
Are shattered in a blurry mirage
Shaped by transcending tremolo
Of cracking sanity
Babies drop like bombs from the wombs
Birth is a tragedy
Saw it in a dream
Emptiness was gathered
As a token, an epitaph
In the end it's all we have
Bodies drop like bombs into the tombs
Life is an open wound, thirsty soil beneath