Asa Lake Songtext
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Asa Lake Songtext
Looking up at the sky, freckled with stars
A village, frozen in time and space
Trailer parks, a land covered with scars
Well water that stinks of sulfur
1830, a founding of disgrace
Appleseed can′t save you
An unknown quantity of unmarked graves
Arrowheads beneath the waves
A sea of cornfields, river of filth
Post-industrial hellscape
Familiar ghosts
Familiar homes
Revolution of a landed aristocracy
Roots in the middle of nowhere
Town atop a hill, a view of nothing still
Palace of rust
Keeper of misery
Crystal caves, dolomites of Silurian age.
Asa Lake, a name obscured by indifference
Hallowed huts on stolen plots
An absentee genocide
The banks of the Blanchard River, overflown
Forgotten, now we sleep
My village is dying
Filled with old souls and the weak
Fooled by tyrannical despots
Led to the water, take a drink, then you'll see
Drowned by our own misgivings
Fighting to speak
Redemption isn′t here, it's not even close
Despite all my fears, the end is clear
Processions without hosts
Arrangements without notes
Banished by dust. Letting go
All my friends have left this forsaken hovel
Family buried next to Asahel
A village, frozen in time and space
Trailer parks, a land covered with scars
Well water that stinks of sulfur
1830, a founding of disgrace
Appleseed can′t save you
An unknown quantity of unmarked graves
Arrowheads beneath the waves
A sea of cornfields, river of filth
Post-industrial hellscape
Familiar ghosts
Familiar homes
Revolution of a landed aristocracy
Roots in the middle of nowhere
Town atop a hill, a view of nothing still
Palace of rust
Keeper of misery
Crystal caves, dolomites of Silurian age.
Asa Lake, a name obscured by indifference
Hallowed huts on stolen plots
An absentee genocide
The banks of the Blanchard River, overflown
Forgotten, now we sleep
My village is dying
Filled with old souls and the weak
Fooled by tyrannical despots
Led to the water, take a drink, then you'll see
Drowned by our own misgivings
Fighting to speak
Redemption isn′t here, it's not even close
Despite all my fears, the end is clear
Processions without hosts
Arrangements without notes
Banished by dust. Letting go
All my friends have left this forsaken hovel
Family buried next to Asahel
Writer(s): Drew Zimmerman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
