Feather - July For Kings

Drop the bones and make your stand

If this means life, we pull an answer from the sand

And it’s okay if you don’t know what you’ll become

If we have to fade, we’ll fade out in the sun

Just pull this string, unraveling kings

We sew our own wings

I’ll trade my lines, I’ll trade my time

For cities made of steel

I’ll try and dive while the sea’s still alive

Dead men turn the wheel

Keep my head down and pull back on the shovel

New power in my hands

Crush it up, crush it up, crush it up

To feed the future

All the goddesses of death are dead

One more time, we pull a feather from her head

Like our fathers did, we cut your heart away

To place it on the scale and find out how you’re made

String by string, unraveling kings

We sew our own wings

I’ll trade my lines, I’ll trade my time

For cities made of steel

I’ll try and dive while the sea’s still alive

Dead men turn the wheel

Keep my head down and pull back on the shovel

New power in my hands

Crush it up, crush it up, crush it up

Yeah, I’m gonna crush it up, crush it up, crush it up

Beat an ancient drum, tombs and guns

Unbury your keys, send the army in

I’ve got a strong wind inside of me (woo!)

I’ll trade my lines, I’ll trade my time

For cities made of steel

I’ll try and dive while the sea’s still alive

Dead men turn the wheel

Keep my head down and pull back on the trigger

New power in my hand

I’m gonna crush it up, crush it up, crush it up

I’ll trade my lines, I’ll trade my time

For cities made of steel

I’ll try and dive while the sea’s still alive

Dead men turn the wheel

Keep my head down and pull back on the shovel

New power in my hands

I’m gonna crush it up, crush it up, crush it up

Yeah, crush it up, crush it up, crush it up

To feed the future