Death Of The Self Lyrics

Deadbird Death Of The Self

Depression resides chest deep
Drug addled, deep despair
Unto dark, cold, swollen skies; winter
Eyes upturned; what is the why?
Beast waits silent
His presence chokes our breath
The crush is drawing near
Could we have saved ourselves?
When we fall language is lost
Time is gone
Passing on
Stars expand
Oncoming end of night
Raze with the arc of horizon
In the distance looms monolith forward death
The sun has come to burn us to dust
Wind spreads our ash amongst the ruins