Architecture from Crone by Mind Beams

Can’t you feel your architecture’s changing
These glass bones of yours are always breaking
And the marble in your heart is always chipping, chipping, chipping away
And there’s something under the stairs and it’s growing
The roof and the windows let in all the light and it’s raining
Cause it’s your home your home
I don’t live there anymore

Can’t you feel your architecture’s changing
These glass bones of yours are made for the breaking
And the marble in your heart is always chipping, chipping, chipping away
And there’s something under the stairs and it’s growing, it’s growing, it’s almost grown
The roof and the windows let in all the light and it’s raining
Cause it’s your home your home
I don’t live there anymore

So I’m taking a sledgehammer to everything you’ve ever owned in the home
Roof, windows, glass bones and all
And I’m gathering the coven together
And we’re sea salting, sea salting, scorching the earth
As the sage smoke rises and rises, drives you from this place
Cause it’s my home, my home
Cause it’s my home, my home, my home now

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