Shroud

I came out in a shroud
Bathed in all the waste I’d seen
And the rain rang loud
With that old familiar sting

The poison runs, the flame and the wick
My heart burns in it
The colors run, the sound of sick
And we drown in it

Keep my head above the ground
Heaven knows I’m buried now
Holy war came and gone
Now they say it won’t be long

The poison runs, the flame and the wick
My heart burns in it
The colors run, the sound of sick
And we drown in it