When I get out of here, when I leave you behind
I'll find that the years passed us by
When I get out of here, when I leave you behind
I'll find that the years passed us by
Still clinging to vast, old memories.
And I would marvel at her beauty,
playing through the rain.
The coffin is beautifully engraved.
Stained by soil, symbols of death...
ok what the hell, i'm bored, and i'm listening to deliverance
all over now,
forgotten why i needed this
standing down,
disappear into the obscure
resting days,
waiting for new disease
biding time,
looked inside insanity