Painted Grace from Illicium by Omnitale

We carved out a home
From bourbon stained morals and rusty locks
You stopped all the clocks
And I unleashed secrets that were lost
In paper thin walls

But you painted grace on the cracks of my hands
Caging my hungry vultures
You sculpted mercy into my frozen eyes
Buried my stones in
Buried my stones in the earth

We carved out a home
To stop the sun from setting
For the teeth of the night
They scratched and chewed
While we were dreaming

But you painted grace on the cracks of my hands
Caging my hungry vultures
You sculpted mercy into my frozen eyes
Buried my stones in
Buried my stones in the earth

We’re all we have
Both our souls lost in time
So hold onto all we’ve been through
The sun is coming
But you painted grace on the cracks of my hands
Caging my hungry vultures
You sculpted mercy into my frozen eyes
Buried my stones in
Buried my stones in the earth

• Rock
• epic
• experimental
• genre-bending
• groove
• soundscape
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