Murder By Death:Pillars of Salt

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Pillars of Salt
Artist: Murder By Death
Album: Who Will Survive And What Will Be Left Of Them?



Our fingers are missing
They litter the ground
Grass will never grow near this town again
The frames on the walls
Are crooked and empty
Our shoulders bend low towards the dirt

I made a deal to get us out of this place
But I am falling apart with each step I take
And as the pieces fall, I count them all