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Time Wounds All Heels
Back and forth, confusions turning The future path is burning From the sun to purging rain These organs drop from loss to gain The soul was halved, the quest uncertain A new belief was needed And there is time, more than you need to know The plan was c...
Tomorrow Held In Scorn
Tomorrow held in scorn This night unraveled goes unborn Stars that mark are starting fall away If we curse the sun Can we undo what the moon hath done Lunacy with impunity (There is none!) Misfortune lies beyond the dawn What need to carry on When th...
Truth Won't Set You Free
Vomits the absence incessantly Blind eye of the beholder Only sees what it believes Perched upon the fence of truth and error A battle cry of human tools Perched upon the fence of truth and error A battle cry of human tools Truth has not yet set us free...
Userpent
Slithering, crawling Through a glade, corrupting virtue Twisted, maligned Swallow whole the souls of angels Controlling serpent Constricts and crushes purest pleasure Searing poison Injected tincture numbs the fallen Treacherous snake Crawling into b...
Veils
Can you not escape the face? That glowing haunted stare Take the way that's caked with filth A far less travelled path Veils of bygone grief and death To deflect the gaze The sickening sight There is no manner learned From any teacher from any source...
Walk The Path Of Ash
Separate and diminish Dress with a new shell Vanish deep, walking in sleep Shun those who let their love show In this defense, a selfish plea For you to live and maybe see If you are a riddle that tricks then plagues with rust I'll go unnoticed like...
Why Conquer?
When you paint this town red, why not do it from your veins Let torrential tears of silver salt wash away the stains Be not concerned with petty things like pain or shame or fear Let these gutters swallow secrets your simple self held dear Free the buried...
Wooden Wheels
Years are worn The breath of time is spinning faster Yet weaker in stature Reeling on my fear is sewn But not with threads of a new moral Staggering spokes of decline To bring to halt or continue to fault?! An open chest (is) plundered In mind we...