down in the canyon

bury the memories, bury the memories
we are sunk beneath the dying sand
bury the bodies, bury the old stories
we are things no longer there

museums are no more
the past doesn't matter where we are
the future isn't in our blood anymore
we are empty statues
just empty pots and pans

under the ground with the cold dirt
buried, buried with the roots
once down in the canyon
that is where you'll always stay