Song: Stained-glass coffin
Year: 2020
Viewed: 13 - Published at: a year ago

I’ll sigh relief with my last breath
I disappoint everyone I love
I’m not denying your history
I saw a slit of the afterlife

My grave was fashioned by the hands of a sadist
A gathering of crows pays no mind to this soul
Woe to the shepherd who abandons the flock
I owe my pride to the priest who died in the fire

Process of elimination
I have to choose between the lesser of evils
All of this to your disappointment
I fall asleep just to dream of a nightmare

Happiness comes at a fucking price
Fighting tooth and nail never got what I wanted
My fingerprints trace the contours of your shadow
I anticipate death like a moth to flame

I have to come to terms that all I am and all I’ll ever be is a victim of circumstance

( As the Sky Melts )
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