Letra de Before I Got There
The acrid smell of burning branches The relics all in ruin Broken blades atop the altar Cheap substitutions And the tapestry above Torn down, trampled, then rehung Now illegible forever An oracle with no tongueAll of this All of this All of this before I got thereAnd in a pit behind the altar The bodies of the fallen Heavy tracks up to the lip Just to prove that they were crawling Faces turned toward the sky That they would never see againVictims of the fallout I have failed you, sweet, young menAll of this All of this All of this before I got there