[ Featuring Six Organs of Admittance, Bonnie "Prince" Billy ]
There will be no end soon
If I've seen things right that have come
People will be scared
They never will see anything
Arise (arise)
Meanwhile, all of my friends have been struck dumb
Arise (arise)
Arise (arise)
How can no final thing come?
When our faces are pulled from us
Arise (arise)
Arise (arise)
How can someone blame
Who they refuse to name
(Arise) arise
(Arise) arise
For pulling other people down with them
Arise (arise)
Arise (arise)
Some have risen, they are lucky
Arise (arise)
Arise (arise)
To have their fall delayed by people
Arise (arise)
Arise (arise)
They have is threaded
Grafted, and plotted
Played out and bad (arise)
Arise (arise)
Arise (arise)
Now some have made mistakes for us
Waiting by the door for us
Arise (arise)
We told them to go ahead
Their support is just a weight
Arise (arise)
Arise (arise)
Better to sever the weighted limb
Arise (arise)
Arise (arise)
Where is it hanging tonight? (arise)
Arise (arise)
It is not looming to propel us along
Arise (arise)
We move ourselves to it (arise)
One year to sit in dirt (arise)
One cycle with which to (arise)
Arise (arise)
Arise (arise)
Arise (arise)
Arise (arise)
Comment upon the
Dirt
Arise
