"1835" lyrics
Rifle sight, it rests
On the forehead and the chest
This mortal shell
Drugged and humbled by the smell
Sorrows inane
Of which we do not know the name
Gobbled by the swarm
Undone one outrunned and
Shimmer like a dew drop on a petal
That's what we'll all be
Washed away with history
A rupture and some fifty died
In eighteen-hundred-thirty-five
I'll join the vanished mass
In the vast forgotten past
Sing with them in the trees
That's the place that I want to be
Sighed in the breeze
Countless the casualties
Lost their form
But everyone was born
With gasping lungs and heaving for new air
Fatally there, and crying out for care
How they crawl and stagger till they drop dead
Fought neither for their home nor a godhead
That's what we'll all be
Washed away with history
A rupture and some fifty died
In eighteen-hundred-thirty-five
I'll join the vanished mass
In the vast forgotten past
Sing with them in the trees
That's the place that I want to
Bend the iron bars of a wide and occidental sky
It's trouble every day
Plead, plead, oh, plead for me
I've forged every guarantee
The bubbles in the glass
Will twinkle till they pass
Seethe until they're gone
That's what we'll all be
Washed away with history
A rupture and some fifty died
In eighteen-hundred-thirty-five
I'll join the vanished mass
In the vast forgotten past
Sing with them in the trees
That's the place that I want to be
On the forehead and the chest
This mortal shell
Drugged and humbled by the smell
Sorrows inane
Of which we do not know the name
Gobbled by the swarm
Undone one outrunned and
Shimmer like a dew drop on a petal
That's what we'll all be
Washed away with history
A rupture and some fifty died
In eighteen-hundred-thirty-five
I'll join the vanished mass
In the vast forgotten past
Sing with them in the trees
That's the place that I want to be
Sighed in the breeze
Countless the casualties
Lost their form
But everyone was born
With gasping lungs and heaving for new air
Fatally there, and crying out for care
How they crawl and stagger till they drop dead
Fought neither for their home nor a godhead
That's what we'll all be
Washed away with history
A rupture and some fifty died
In eighteen-hundred-thirty-five
I'll join the vanished mass
In the vast forgotten past
Sing with them in the trees
That's the place that I want to
Bend the iron bars of a wide and occidental sky
It's trouble every day
Plead, plead, oh, plead for me
I've forged every guarantee
The bubbles in the glass
Will twinkle till they pass
Seethe until they're gone
That's what we'll all be
Washed away with history
A rupture and some fifty died
In eighteen-hundred-thirty-five
I'll join the vanished mass
In the vast forgotten past
Sing with them in the trees
That's the place that I want to be
