You are seeped and hampered by guilt It comes to morning shutdown The devil spread the decease on your lips Preaching down for your lust, play with fault
Seeking out the weaker heart And an eternity in your grief Of a life far gone from some religion
Think from your head Your head
With the moon above and the sun below With the moon above and the sun below With the moon above and the sun below With the moon above and the sun below
I can't remember the sun upon my skin Slave to a summer that is whispering within I am always waiting for you before I sleep There is no comfort in the distance that we keep
River of grief after arriving Grievance surrounding my heart Perching on the edge of failure Preaching the fall Killer comes to sip from my eye Plenty of road taking me nowhere Plenty of road taking me home Home is my grave
Waiting for the day when there's nothing left to say Voices of despair with familiar friendships Society of your hair, color coded destruction
Dying fast, Sun dying fast This can't last, cause nothing ever lasts
When in a forest of flesh There's a need to sever myself Away from happiness
Compositor: Mikael Lars Akerfeldt (STIM)Editor: SampaECAD verificado obra #10843681 em 13/Mai/2024