Murder by Death - Pillars of Salt Lyrics


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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.



Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Devil in Mexico
  • 2 Killbot 2000
  • 3 Until Morale Improves, the Beatings Will Continue
  • 4 Three Men Hanging
  • 5 Intermission
  • 6 A Masters in Reverse Psychology
  • 7 The Desert Is on Fire
  • 8 That Crown Don't Make You a Prince
  • 9 Pillars of Salt
  • 10 End of the Line