Reek seeps through the window Breathe, soon the night will fall Creep 'cross the floor like a shadow Weep, it's the least you deserve Whisper, whisper on the air Assist her as the fabric starts to tear
I am the last of a dying breed I've seen my allies to the mirage cede One by one they have fallen and continue to fall I survive in the gloom and the silence yet I ask for more
This is the still of the greater expanse I court the flowers in stygian romance The unforseen downside to my blessed eternal life I will spend the ongoing days forever waving goodbye
Seeds turn to vines That strangle and choke At the ruins of resplendence I chase the memories through an observance They do nothing for me Just stare right back
Just what do I expect That I will hear From long departed descendants? The changing tide nurtures my discontent A mordant exclamation is my gift
One day from the bed I'll stir Draw back the drapes to find this world In post-Autumn bleak The spiders sleep
Fondest memories of here come the weak and the few A time-tested hatred shrouds this landscape's earthly hue Ugly masses of manmade spaces pollute my sight with their derelict charm Rivalled only by the ugliest faces produced by this source of emotional harm
One day from the bed I'll stir Draw back the drapes to find the world In post-Autumn bleak The Spiders SleepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
