Pillars Of Salt lyrics

 
Song Details
Artist(s)Murder By Death
Album(s)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 these 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.



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