Concrete Sun Hide Behind
A mass suicide by the fireplace
There is no one brave to rebel
Dead man talking straight to me
And I’ll have to move on,
Investigate
And meet some beasts
Which were not expected
Or predicted, no
The smallest forests bury
The darkest ghouls
All alone in the park, searching for the light
It starts to rain and thunder
And I fell, far far below
And I am maybe mad
But now it’s all grey
No more macabre spawns
Killing the fog of the burning sin
Far far below
Only a hope, no, far far below
Only a hope
