Limbs – AgallochBy The texture of the soul is a liquid that casts a vermilion floodFrom a wound carved as an oath it fills the river bank a sanguine fogThese arms were meant to be lostHacked, severed and forgottenThe texture of time is a whisper that echoes across the floodIt’s hymn resonates from tree to tree, through every sullen bough it singsThese boughs were said to be lostTorn, unearthed and brokenEarth to flesh, flesh to woodCast these limbs into the waterFlesh to wood, wood to stoneCast this stone into the water www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20