Joe Gibb - A Song To Ruin lyrics

A lone voice crying in the wilderness Make the straight 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 Of the himavant Of a pulse