Towing Jehovah

Converge

Well worn wings crumble too tired to forgive

and too battered to ever forget

I am the labor, I am this

I hang as your beloved hex

I'll bring the nails, and fevers of bad dreams

Nail him, burden her

Kill you, bury them, it's all the same

Holding your rope, try to forget me now

Great leveller, try to forget my name on a day like this