De Arma Left To Hide
Woe
Lays down upon my soul
Dreams
Fray the edges of this insanity
I've seen the end
And it's covered in flies
Scars like rivers run so deep
And well upon the surface of my skin
Pale and trembling half asleep
So weary and cold within
Sorrow cuts like a blade
As blue lips part
Rendered as a shade
Humanity thus unmade
Each thought a barb
Each promise a vow
Each scream a prayer
That shreds away another layer
Close the door on your way out
I'm drowning in a miasma
Of your own making
I've smelled the sorow
I have no strength left to hide
I have nothing left to hide
Huddled in rags
Stopped, this pale corpse
Shuns the sun is left to burn