A Beautiful Death
Will Haven
Life tied to the machine
In tune to the tide
It pulls you out
And returns
A beaten, pathetic frame
Weighed down by possessions
Trying to keep up
Wading in debt
Fearing what lies ahead
Greed has infected us
And left empty walls
Shells with no path
Wandering, collecting, discarding
Just when there is no end in sight
The ground shakes
The sea washes away the decay
We awake to a new day
A true beginning
Oh honor in our existence
Valor in the battle
For a beautiful death
When you return to the soil
Glory will be restored to your name
Glory will be restored…
To your name
To you name…