Why don't they build a city
With these piles of dead
Turn dust to buildings
Pillars of ash and red
Tried to save it
Thought I knew this place
They came to greet me
To an early grave
All that's left in my hands is silt
All that's left in my hands is silt
All that's left in my hands is silt
All that's left in my hands is silt
All that's left in my hands is silt
All that's left in my hands is silt
Ground ash light sun rotting away
Death ash over you building decay
I scrape the dirt beneath my nails
Servos rust break and bend
I just wasn't made for this
I just wasn't made for this
I just wasn't made for this
I just wasn't
Just parts just parts nothing left of me
Spread out flattened down nothing left of me
Just parts just parts nothing left of me
Spread out flattened down nothing left
All that's left in my hands is silt
All that's left in my hands is silt
All that's left in my hands is silt
All that's left in my hands is silt
