Burn The Priest Lies Of Autumn Lyrics
Last updated: 09/15/2005 11:00:00 AM
As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper,
thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke
rising from a butt ground out on my arm.
Step into this decay and experience dissolution.
Crucified on a plank of cruelty,
crucified on a plank of apathy to sleep the winter away.
Immobile for the cold duration.
Huddled in isolation, to sleep the winter away.