Chelsea Wolfe - The Wasteland

It's gonna be a wasteland, it's gonna be a dark and narrow road
It's gonna be a fire, it's gonna be a heat you've never known
It's gonna be a wasteland, it's gonna be a gray, gray dawn
Gray like the winter, a thousand years, lost and gone

Keeping time with the clicking of your tongue against your teeth
Spelling words you used to know to mean such things
Keeping time with your twitching fingers worn from the disease
Like humanity, a cancer - we never sow more than we reap

And the earth, that old man
Shrugging us off of his shoulders

If you could hear what I hear
The whole world moving at the same time

Keeping time with the clicking of your tongue against your teeth
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