Verse 1
All Ash Turns To Snow
And All Snow Is Volcanic
Erupting, She Flows
Leaving Vessels, Organic
We Are Igneous Creatures
And Hopeless, At That
Verse 2
We Howl Into Flames
At The Strike Of A Match
And Come Dawn
We'll Be Dust
From The Sky, We Will Rain
And Build Back Our Bodies
All Over Again
