Pinebox Songtext
von Crowfeeder

Put him in a pine box
Put him in a pine box
Put him in a pine box

When we met I used to follow
Through all the look and the sound.
You were the brother of my brother
But where′s the brotherhood now?

You made a house out of impulses
And screaming made it a town
When we met I used to follow
I wouldn't follow you now.

Go...
Reveille played with liquor, slurs paint the rising dawn
We were
Watching
Counting
Time


Go...
We wear our black regalia, you′re never really gone.
Counting
Down the
Minutes
Till you're...

How many times I tied a Windsor
Black knot on neutral grey
And all the times I read a prayer card
Waiting to see your name

Carved in marble on a marker
In capitals with filigree
Eleven letters left of everything you were
Or wouldn't let yourself be

Go...
Reveille played with liquor, slurs paint the rising dawn
We were
Watching
Counting
Time


Go...
We wear our black regalia, you′re never really gone.
Counting
Down the
Minutes
Till you′re
Cold

We had to see it on our own
Packed up with sawdust and formaldehyde
With powder caked around the nails
Face under flowers in ambient light

We had to see it on our own
It took some time not to avert our eyes
A body pale and unfamiliar
Not a person we would recognize

Once they

Put him in a pine box
Put him in a pine box
Put him in a pine box
Put him in a pine box
Put him in a pine box
Put him in a pine box
Put him in a pine box
Put him in a pine box
Put him in a pine box
Put him in a pine box
Put him in a pine box
Put him in a pine box
Put him in a pine box
Put him in a pine box
Put him in a pine box

When we met I used to follow
Through all the look and the sound.
You were the brother of my brother
But where's the brotherhood now?

You made a house out of impulses
And screaming made it a town
When we met I used to follow
I wouldn′t follow you now.

You gave up on yourself
Gave up on everyone
Else