Million Dead - A Song to Ruin lyrics

A lone voice crying In the wilderness Make straight the way For the coming of the... A dry throat stutters On an empty vision Of milk and honey And desolate quiet A dry mouth falters On the opening blast of A song to ruin What it left behind A bare sole longing For the feel of concrete And a lone voice crying In the wilderness I have these dreams When I'm feeling sick of Unfinished patterns that I Can't collate at all Of an inward breath In a land bereft of Uncrippled figures Of an exhalation Himavant Of pulse