The pale shadows flickered on the wall Offering a refuge from the dismal glance The man sat at a table with his hands crossed And muttered a blessing in a drunken stupor
The somber room reeked of oppressive piety Spreading the disease of divine hypocrisy In the shadows a wife and child slept Weary eyes closed in a listless grief
A silence hovered outside in a pitch-black darkness The man’s delusion Demons with lizard-like tongues and blackened wings A curse on his beloved His fearful eyes darted around the desolate room And caught a shotgun hanging on the wooden wall
The man sat at the edge of a bed And farewelled his sleeping family The cold barrel pressed against their forehead In a calm devotion before the blast
The thunder silenced into a whisper And raised the smoke of lost tomorrowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
