Your voice is a thunderstorm

Give me a volcano for a heart

I was raptured out of the exodus of broken men

I will be an awful weapon in your hands

Refiner make me, make me gold, pure as glass

I am found in places I don't want to be

Oh my God it’s all the same

Erase my name

I'm changing my face

The truest of colors just bring me to shame

Oh you can turn these kings around, lay them down

They end with my heels snapping their necks

I am coming clean

May spirit drain flesh just like glass grates on skin

My shadow withers likе a corpse as I run towards the sun

I'll nevеr stop. I will never ever stop

He makes me gold, pure as glass

Stop. I’ll never stop

We won't stop

Until our bones break and our hearts just stop

We won't stop

Until our bodies warm the ground

And the night is called by the howling of these dogs

Lurchers

We're becoming, we're becoming lurchers

Oh turn these kings around, lay them down

They end