Letra de Limbs

[Verse 1]
The texture of the soul is a liquid
That casts a vermilion flood
From a wound carved as an oath
It fills the river bank a sanguine fog

These arms were meant to be lost
Hacked, severed, and forgotten

[Verse 2]
The texture of time is a whisper
That echoes across the flood
Its hymn resonates from tree to tree
Through every sullen bough it sings

These boughs were said to be lost
Torn, unearthed, and broken

[Chorus]
Earth to flesh, flesh to wood
Cast these limbs into the water
Flesh to wood, wood to stone
Cast this stone into the water