Centralia

I offer myself to you

Though i am a broken thing

The cardinal with severed wing

In wanting to hide my face

Though i am a sunderer

Disguised in eternal grace

Heir to a crippled crown

My little elysium

God how i let you down

Let me fall through the ground

Where you fell back to you

We burn like 'centralia'

Lost in the ash for now

Hoping to find a home

So follow me or run from me

Two cities with living beings

No fire to fear beneath

Let me fall through the ground

Where you fell back to you

Let me fall through the ground

Where you fell back to you

Let me fall