watch as the fog comes rolling in

through the cracks as it begins a lullaby of vagrant comfort and pleasureless sin



dirt and stone built this soul a home alone
wasted


an imperfect walk around the lines
circles forsaken



i'd like to see your god help me now




the frame is empty
devoid and hollow

listening to the four tell me




"i'm no the one who's so far away"

but i can feel the snakebite when i fade away

i walked from the light in the dream
where i was standing over you
now your'e telling me it's all twisted


like voodoo to you


faces without eyes haunt my steps as i stalk the fallen angels


having spoken with forever i can die inside a breath
will you touch my lips and taste my death

i'm flying on the wings of a broken dream
backed by the throb of dead life strings

just another faint whisper that may never be truee
it's one thing i don't think you're really listening to



the spirit sings





this silence should have died with you

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