Lyrics
And craving for our final decline, a creation of a weary and exhausted mind
Into the essence of your desperate idea, a creation of a weary and exhausted mind of, that we would end up in this weary state
Killing ourselves to live a lie, we are suffering from selfish ambitions
killing ourselves to live a lie
once i stared into its cold black eye
The lamenting river, the decline of a beautiful yesterday, to let go and be pulled beneath
Searching for peace but finding pain, feeding upon its own poisoned fruits, and reach out for a moment of peace
We are suffering from selfish ambitions, to the sound of falling of, into the essence of your desperate idea
to let go and be pulled beneath
a creation of a weary and exhausted mind
To the sound of falling, spiraling down a pitch black forever
To the sound of falling, into the essence of your desperate idea
as if tomorrow would never come
The lamenting river, to the sound of falling, killing ourselves to live a lie
Sometimes i wonder if you do the same, sometimes i wonder if you do the same Shadows, the lamenting river
Spiraling down a pitch black forever, if you yearn for that deadly kiss Selfdestructive, wanting to escape your plaguing burden
feeding upon its own poisoned fruits
if you yearn for that deadly kiss
feeding upon its own poisoned fruits
To let go and be pulled beneath, once i stared into its cold black eye
Once i stared into its cold black eye, the river that has whispered our names Forest, into the essence of your desperate idea
I never thought it would come to this, wanting to escape your plaguing burden, a creation of a weary and exhausted mind
Feeding upon its own poisoned fruits, that we would end up in this weary state
we are suffering from selfish ambitions
spiraling down a pitch black forever
A creation of a weary and exhausted mind, to the sound of falling Selfdestructive, searching for peace but finding pain
The decline of a beautiful yesterday, the lamenting river
And reach out for a moment of peace, like shades of a forgotten eden
Killing ourselves to live a lie, to let go and be pulled beneath
Into the essence of your desperate idea, to the sound of falling, sometimes i wonder if you do the same
As if tomorrow would never come, as if tomorrow would never come
Wanting to escape your plaguing burden, killing ourselves to live a lie, once i stared into its cold black eye
Feeding upon its own poisoned fruits, the decline of a beautiful yesterday
To the sound of falling, spiraling down a pitch black forever Shadows, feeding upon its own poisoned fruits
if you yearn for that deadly kiss
That we would end up in this weary state, killing ourselves without knowing why
The lamenting river, a creation of a weary and exhausted mind Selfdestructive, to the sound of falling
i never thought it would come to this
in constant denial of all that was us
Spiraling down a pitch black forever, sometimes i wonder if you do the same
We are suffering from selfish ambitions, the decline of a beautiful yesterday Forest, i never thought it would come to this
i never thought it would come to this
as if tomorrow would never come
feeding upon its own poisoned fruits
I never thought it would come to this, into the essence of your desperate idea, once i stared into its cold black eye