Cross Vault - Rails Departing lyrics

Iron posts, hands on a dial, piercing miles of tiles Not coarse, a rest to hold a ghost, descended with a dawn Glistening autumn rails departing, those of winter riding in 'Tis the grime again to cover, tar, adhering matter waiting For collapse or unchainment 'Twas matter that had paid, receipts, crumbled crossing cracks In cursed gusts returning eyes, to sockets greased to plenty a time A single hair afloat in breezes, connecting useless shoulder blades Warped, entangled, bones and iron, yet never to stand as one Bones and iron parting, unsteady limbs aligning Senses frying on foreign tongues, these of most despicable descend A mind returns from hell With hands too many to bear the words With words too many to spew the curse With curses too many for a day With days too many to curse A mind turns back to hell No more are the waves through which to be caressed, By delicate souls, departing on autumn rails...