Cornerstones

Whisper through a megaphone
The air is still and time is gone
Yeah he
He waits alone

Half cracked skull and brittle bones
Listen for the haunting tones
Yeah she
Already gone

Sinners, winners, all the same
Break your soul then sell your name
Yeah life
Is passing by

Stuff your throat with half stale bread
Tuck yourself in and burn your bed
Yeah, fire
Is burning out

Stepping out on broken glass
Storms will come and storms will pass
Yeah its...                          
Not too late...