Night becomes the scapegoat
For a day that never comes
Because in my mind there is a room
That never heals, that sorrow feels
Deprivation, mortal sense
Destination comes to an end…
Wanton water puts out the flame
That burns the soul and fuels the inhumane
Wanton water puts out the flame
That burns the soul and fuels the inhumane
Wanton Water
The time is getting slow
My mind is getting weaker
Anger and denial grows
Despite the need to become
To become..
Wanton water puts out the flame
That burns the soul and fuels the inhumane
Deprivation, mortal sense
Destination comes to an end
Though points of light will reach my soul
This state of mind I will never reach
The darkest days still delay
Echoes of despair and disarray
Album: Fortitude (2015)
Lyrics: Patrick Shadowland
© 2011 Desoluna