Fled to Death
bitter nothings passed these lips as words poured towards you in silent riffs
a melody of sour times, the money is good and so the smell of muscidimes
serene breezes flow through us,patches of blue and pain in the brush
mountains agape and my heart does dispair ,that in this cold world i'd follow you anywhere
it's more than love which gases emotions,sweet nothings carried me across this dark ocean
these chimes of the souless few ,do sway a heartful song for you
all yours and mine we may feel sorrow ,yet all is well in the hope of
lands unhollowed.....
a melody of sour times, the money is good and so the smell of muscidimes
serene breezes flow through us,patches of blue and pain in the brush
mountains agape and my heart does dispair ,that in this cold world i'd follow you anywhere
it's more than love which gases emotions,sweet nothings carried me across this dark ocean
these chimes of the souless few ,do sway a heartful song for you
all yours and mine we may feel sorrow ,yet all is well in the hope of
lands unhollowed.....
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