Centralia Songtext / Lyric

I offer myself to you

Though I am a broken thing

A cardinal with severed wing



In morning to hide my face

Though I am a sunderer

Guised in maternal grace



Heir to a crippled ground

My little Elysium

My god how I've let you down






Let me fall

Through the ground

Where you fell

Back to you



We burn like Centralia

Lost in the ash below

Hoping to find a home



So far may you run from me

To cities with living leaves

No fire to fear beneath