Hymn to the Pillory - Nothing/Domenic Palermo/Brandon Setta

Spent Summers in a well

Watching pale moons disappear

Alone

And crucifixion seems noble

When paradise is hell

Atone

I think we're far from home

And now you're free Let go

Jump into white Unknowns

But I can't shake it I can feel it in my bones

I shut my eyes our hands let go

Spent winters locked away

The snow would swallow everything

And drown

A pendulum hangs over me

Forever swinging violently

Come down

Please come down on me

And now you're free Let go

Jump into white Unknowns

But I can't shake it I can feel it in my bones

I shut my eyes our hands let go

I think we're far from home

I think we're far from home

I think we're far from home

I think we're far from home

I think we're far from home

I think we're far from home