I Was a Soldier - Hanging Garden

Watch closely, loving mother

The world as we know it will fall

Listen closely, mother

While their voices still call

Hear the laments

Faltering little by little

Hear the voices still linger

Waiting for deliverance

Waiting to no avail

We pass the time

Slowly running out

Waiting until stagnation

Will be the worm

To conquer us all

Waiting

See the remnants

Crumbling little by little

Hear the voices still linger

Waiting for deliverance

Waiting to no avail

We pass the time

Slowly running out

Waiting until stagnation

Will be the worm

To conquer us all

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting to no avail

See your children, dying mother

They are bleeding out

In a trembling letter they carve

Their epitaph upon your breast

In silence the children stand

With no air to breathe

They suckle upon your flaccid chest

That seeps but poison

Their fetal frames

Writhing in death