there's a skeleton in this moldering earth
awaiting a dark and curs'ed birth
rain riddles down a pattering sound
as it eats away at the binding ground

fingers twitch free in the gathering wind
raw and exposed held high chin
antimoribund in secret dreaming
past gone screaming where this tombstone's leaning

prop me up and wire me tight
cameras in my eyes to see the night
prop me up and wire me tight
push me back into the fight
prop me up  

damnation selection
loving resurrection
damnation selection
loving resurrection
damnation selection
loving resurrection