We fought to shatter the walls that bound him, Without the knowledge that he was free. But that struggle only drove him on like fresh snow, To the edge of the woods where no one could know.
(Soaked in) Brine (Adrift in) Time
Since the 1st of May, he'd been crippled with malaise, Craving isolation, calling canids through the mist. An edifice of glass contains the amber spirits, wailing! Riding a pink cloud will only carry you so far. With shovel in hand and spirit in tow Soon to find a place in which to bury his heart
Return to the source. Felt no remorse Still has yet to be found...
At the service we all over-imbibe On the very poison that took him from us. Waxing poetic as though we truly knew him Seemed an ideal way to watch the season end.
The barrel has been sealed, And his soul is rife with flies.
Once he'd reached his home, the seal was quickly rent. At one with nature, colors filled his mind. Laid out on the Solstice, on a bed of leaves Shirtless and sedated, talking to the trees Facing ever-skyward, until his eyes went black Confirming our suspicion, sleep is for the dead!
Perish alone, Frost-in-bone. Return to the source. Felt no remorse
(For Rod)
We've been marching for days 'Long this mountain trail Seeking asylum from That which goes bump in the night.
You fell asleep Inside my dream And awoke with a face The likes of which we'd never seen.
Clawing through this shallow riverbed Generations after first being put to rest
The last time I would be reborn I awoke with stars in my sight And beheld their gleam one final time With gravedirt at my heels.
The last time I would see their shine 'Twas the first day I ever (cried) aboutTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
