Let me speak free from scorn
Stars like weeds grow unshorn
They lie austre and vain
Crows show our way home
Night was rain, a falling sea
A rusted dawn strains to be
Stones steam and snag the mists that rise
From the low sun, a solemn glow
O lustrous glow, the sun is low
You''''''''''''''''ve started a fire, you''''''''''''''''ve started a fire, you''''''''''''''''ve started a fire you can''''''''''''''''t put out
You''''''''''''''''ve burned your bridges, can''''''''''''''''t go back from where you came
Vision is failing, just writhe and burn out of control
No use pretending, slither back into your hole
You''''''''''''''''ll drag your house down, when truth comes calling at your door
Stare through the misty wonder, the life of men''''''''''''''''s souls
Your cup is empty and you are running out of time
Caving your head in, don''''''''''''''''t dare to dream it will implode
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