The Drones - Words From The Executioner To Alexander Pearce lyrics

Tell me how are you coping Now that it's time to go Do you see the chariots Swinging low Up over the huon pine and out to the snow How much treachery Can you possibly know Well your chaplain loves you d**h row boys More than me As though I have the choice You pour in from the trees You say an Irish boy should never Wear the hood But I wear it for you And you are here for me Tell me how are you coping Now that it's time to leave How can you burn more You've been burning for years They a**umed when you fled That you were good as dead Was their indifference crueler Than your nothing to eat? How much of the venom Does a tiger snake eat? There are no who*es in heaven There's no boys at your feet And tell me how do we taste? It's a curious place, a mountain, To resort to customs of the sea Well your chaplain loves you d**h row boys More than me He abandons you to prayer Then turns so he won't see You standing alone As you were all along To descend fear first Abscond from the earth Alone We were meant to meet Your exile is reached You're home You're home You're home You're home