F#min
The night is raining, full of trees of dead and drowning leaves
Like a wilted poem, A decrepit home made up with floors of three
And my demon’s in the distance I am scared and so is she
I follow…
(arpagiate the chords here on the)
The little ones of coldest stares with their skin ripped off in places
Bleeding thoughts with mouths agape eyes filled with marble casings
And I feel their lonesome artist he is near and he is pacing
His heart is hollow…
I fell into the blackest hole
Lucidity was never know
In the world of half-lit catacombs
Reverberating moonlight drones
A monitor is shining on three faces
Through the crescent glass
I’ve seen this older place before
And its life will never pass
I move into its half-light
And its hold is holding fast
It’s awake…
It's awake... Oh its awake
(solo)
Tiny, stuffy project place the stove-light glow adorns
Their faces pass, their skin burnt black they howl like a storm
And I see them through the screen it is dirty, it is torn
They scream and curse and cry…
There’s an Elm churchyard I watch myself inside
We’re laughing and we’re talking of how we conduct our lives
The north’s brutal daughter seduces raising her hips high
I open up my eyes…
Whoa!!!
I fell into the blackest hole
Lucidity was never know
In the world of half-lit catacombs
Reverberating moonlight drones
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