Behind Your Breath

Up up And behind your breath Up up up Up up And behind behind He up Up and behind your breath His face takes it's place Behind whats left You wait for it It will not come These things are hidden In the rest of the son Flatter yourself not All your noise come to naught Endless ending endless Collection of plagues Brought down on the median ground Up up And behind your breath Up up up Scorch the earth Ruined lives entire Of all the architects grand This ones the liar But my king My king Shows his hands Up up And behind your breath Up up up A golden rod To measure the city The city, it's gates, it's walls Every breath here a call to prayer We as we as Children there