ZKKRYMRNO - You Turn Yourself Around, That's What It's All About (III. Famine) Lyrics

A black horse and a scale to disrupt the current quality
Of life endured so far and honestly it's taken all of me
The spinning wheel made of stone has now eroded down to bone
And if my efforts are in vain I hope the famine brings me home

A broken seal and abandonment
Bring out the worst in hopes that god is dead
I'd rather paint my face with happenstance
Than fall to my knees and pray for an ambulance
In the shape of angel wings and halos
Crawling towards the wreckage or wherever they go
Acting as if they could save most
But mostly hoping that the ending stays stable

If I raise my sore arms, to keep from breaking apart
Will you put me on trial, for purging my heart?
Can I speak in your tongues? Or are they reserved for the son
Who points at the fork, in the casted out one?