Paroles
In the prayer, can't seem to find the right words
But we stretch our dead arms for salvation
The foundation and the chemical need
Discordance put a veil over my creed
Sweet my fever now
Embraced by its tainted wings
Cup my hands and taste the spite
Immune to the truths you told
In the wake, reverence is my every move
The wretched stars aligned for dead wisdom
The apparition rise with my every breath
Grasping for the one who lie beneath
You leave now
Leave my void of prayers
Take these words to go with you
Take the splinters, see them fall
Idle stare, who will come forth from the dry wind
And find my blood and clothes and rust?
Cleaned the past like water through stone
Earth did cast a shade over my sleep
Sweet my fever now
Embraced by its tainted wings
Cup my hands and taste the spite
Immune to the truths you told
You leave now
Leave my void of prayers
Take these words to go with you
Take the splinters see them fall, fall
You leave now
Leave my void of prayers
Take these words to go with you
Take the splinters, see them fall, fall
