Centralia Lyrics

I offer myself to you
Though I am a broken thing
A cardinal with severed wing
In morning to hide my face
Though I am a sunderer
Guised in maternal grace

Heir to a crippled crown
My little Elysium
My God how I've let you down
Let me fall
Through the ground
Where you fell
Back to you

We burn like Centralia
Lost in the ash below
Hoping to find a home
So far may you run from me
To cities with living leaves
No fire to fear beneath