Into the pit! Again we shall meet
In times so enstranged with compliance
Leave me alone to the last truth I own
I wander in your complete silence.
And I'll take it all, for it shrieks in my halls
And weakness comes over my senses
I'll raise for your call, I'll raise to my fall
I'll drink these insanity liquids.
Gin and tonic and the sober fifth
Withering pledges to gather with.
Into the pit! Do you like this feast
My wounded, beautiful friend?
Words I did not, dare and the thoughts
I have not yet reformed had you quenched.
And I'll give him all! The last ray of my soul!
And the shadow of the sun would conceal us.
Cut in stem cells, mixed with dark ale
You shine and I lower my head.
Fine refreshments, the somber fifth
Had never outlined us so pale like this.
I circle around the pit and I fail
To gather a handful of hopes to inhale
And ravens still fly
In my emptied skies
I wonder if he is still waiting.
It was all inevitable - lycanthropy, hate
I hunger, and simplify pain into baits
Euphoria's sweet when my fingers bled and
My throat ran dry and
I'm sick of the wait.
Gin, tonic and the major fifth.
I circle around
I circle around
I circle around
I need to become
Here it comes.
בבלוג זה
בכל הבלוגים
