Missing Pieces

I think I lost all of these missing pieces
In the dead lands by the ocean
Strung out between some statues of Jesus
And the grave of a life he’s chosen
Send out my heathens
It ends now and I can hear it coming
I’m hell-bound but I feel alright
I remember all the steady ringing
And my love for the dull commotion
When grey skies and heavy breezes
Mirrored my emotions
Send out my heathens
It ends now and I can hear it coming
I’m hell-bound but I feel alright
Face down in the middle of this day drown
I’m sick and I know I can’t stay out
But I feel alright
All weathered I fade into the fall
Where the leaves don’t change at all
Cold water will welcome curtain call
I have wandered from my home
I think I lost all of these missing pieces
In the dead lands by the ocean
Strung out between some statues of Jesus
And the grave of a life he’s chosen